RDW's poems


When I hear my daughter raise her voice
at her daughter, who stands stiff and still,
and at me, sitting stiff and still –
granddaughter and I united in the storm

I want to say just stop.  But I see
my daughter standing stiff and still
and too late tell myself just stop

small revisions 20 August 2007


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