Handicapped
They don’t want to talk about it
so I learned not to talk about it
after all, why would they
want to hear it
want to discuss it
After all, they have daughters
After all, they have sons
and grandsons
and granddaughters
of their own…
Like a phantom limb:
A leg ripped loose
or an arm
or a heart...
One knows
it is gone
yet it still aches
long after
Handicapped
On disability
One of THOSE
who has loved
loved and lost
a child…
They don’t want to talk about
so I learned not to talk about it…
Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2015
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