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Abandonment Issue
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Crumbling Planet .
For a few days
a place to rest
the drowsy child
in a foreign space.
Inside walls, a bed,
real windowed against
bone piercing winter,
no need now to kiss
the ground.
.
Heat and warm soup
they dream of no-fire
cold which was companion
to a trembling held hand
distance linked to memory
of an endless walk.
.
A country is home,
where roots grow,
when peace reigns
and no one is here
soon to end all
you have carefully
attended.
.
Safe is relative
to managed worry
about small trouble
easily solved. All
we owned gone. Again,
we have mostly only
us.
.
Lady A
.
