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“The Willow” Christopher Joseph When rain cascaded, and the earth wore a veil of its tears, You were there to shield me, oh Willow.
I wonder if you wonder about me. I wonder if my name gets stuck in your throat or if your hands shake on my birthday.
We all start off pure: a baby, knowing nothing about the world around us. We are very sheltered at this time, thinking no one could do us harm. Some, sooner than others, realize this is not true.
To the parent who never was,
In a loveless patch the seed was sown A barren field of thorn Then tears rained down from Heaven's face Where heavy hearts have scorn