Senseless, to hug her,
Or her daughter,..
She away more than 22 years,
She a quiet teen barely plunging just into
The Thrashing of a crazed sea of other
Early teens,
And now, after the 22 years,
She recalls, recognition lights a smile.
We talk of teens while standing within the junior high’s tormented maw:
The families, the jails,
The accidents, the deaths,
And she must go with her daughter,
So I bend to hug the daughter,
And then stand to hug her, and my eyes
Fill, dampen, and she walks away,
Holding her daughter’s hand ….
