Learning to Walk in Ruby Slippers
inspirational poems
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
They Twain
He breaks my heart
a dozen times a day
in a thousand careful
careless, brutal, bruising
blinding ways.
But the way he picks the pieces up,
cradled gently in work-rough fingers?
And kisses them back together?
The shimmery forgiveness of it
lingers.
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