Saturday, September 27, 2014


Promise to Gabriella 
 
I promise your memory,
I will stop, listen deeper to
shadowed voices, whispers
that too much is too much.
 
I will stop, fight harder to
help families see that lives
hang in the space between
harsh words, hard choices.
 
I will stop, notice better
the white knuckles, barely
hanging on - I will offer net.
I promise your memory 

3 comments:

  1. As I have a couple of people in my life white-knuckling their lives, this poem speaks to me on a deep level, and reminds me to offer nets, not "shoulds".......... Thank you.

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