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Little Willow
With her breast to my chest
Little Willow, she pressed
And her heart I could feel
All the pain it conceals
Of things yet put to rest.
But no words can undo
The shit she went through
No advice or quick tips
No sound from my lips
Just hold her, its all I could do
And in that silence we lay
No motions in play
Allowing crying eyes to dry
With respect I not pry
And hold back my desires that day.
In the future I know
Little Willow will grow
Even stronger you see
Not with help from me
But wisdom from tragedy shown
~RWH