Healing Poem by Tiger Lover

Healing



Baby chickens
Second grade is raising them
We go see them
You, me, N, C
Tender and gentle
You stroke the chick
I see in your eyes
You didn't want to hurt me
I'm sorry
I thought you didn't care
But now I know you do
And now I can begin
Healing.

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