In first grade I chased a girl in the cloak room.
I chased her and tried to kiss her
because it seemed like the thing to do.
Two years later I would be in the cloak room
with my stepfather
the school janitor.
I would do anything he told me
because I would be afraid of what he would do
if I said no.
But in first grade I chased a girl in the cloak room
I chased her and I kissed her
because it seemed like the thing to do.
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Michael: I got your comment that you left on the guest book of my dot com site. Thanks for visiting and thanks for the links!
I hate to admit, my dot com site is not very ineractive and I don't keep it up-to-date like I should. But, as you can see on my blog, I'm very active there. I will link you at the blog.
Also, I think your poetry is excellent. I founded and maintain the BLOG CARNIVAL AGAINST CHILD ABUSE and we have a poetry category every monthly edition. If you would submit one of your poems, I think it would be excellent for our carnival. Submission details are at my blog.
Your poems are beautiful. I hope you'll write more ... and that your healing will soon appear!
Laurel, thank you. I'm sorry it took me so long to publish your comment. I was going through some things, and hadn't checked the blog in a while. But, with your encouragement, and that of Marj as well, I think I may be getting back to putting up more poems soon.
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