even now
when I think of her
I knew even then
I must endure
all the hurts she
had locked inside her
wounded heart
that could never be free
like injured birds
still try to fly
must we always take oath
to never slight words
that cry--
do not abandon me
even now
Filed under child abuse, dementia, love
robertchapmanblog 
Beautiful Bob!. Janis would have loved it.
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