To a grandchild wounded in love for the first time

 

You knew, didn’t you?
I think we always do
and I believe
most of us know right away.

That first call
returned so late
it was hardly a response at all
and the ton of bs used to hide
that simple fact.

We know right away…
and yet we fail to act.

Dear baby bird I believe
the other side knows too
and – boy or girl –
few resist the temptation
to lord it over –
so few it should have a verb
all its own, that secret
condescension erected
on another’s fragility –
concrete pillar
stamped down on daisies

The worst for me was always
that the hurt was inflicted
while hiding the callousness
in butterscoth toffee
the fake “so sorry”

We know right away…
and yet we fail to act.
‘though  feeling oh so
left out in the rain . . .
precisely because
we are more heart
than brain.

 

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