9

ALL UNDONE.

All undone,
as he does,

 

Ingrid knows,
every time

 

picks on her,
punishes,

 

nothing new,
but she knows

 

afterwards
even when

 

the wounds go
and pain stops,

 

it will come
like seasons

 

once again.
Her mother

 

is too weak
to stop him,

 

too frightened
to say boo

 

or say no,
and as she

 

walks over
the bombsites

 

with her friend
Benedict,

 

listening
to his talk

 

of brave knight
fighting bad

 

with sharp sword
or strong bow,

 

or share his
bag of sweets

 

or soft drinks,
in London’s

 

50’s streets,
being his

 

high lady
in distress,

 

or be there
by her side,

 

9 years old
as she is

 

but seeming
much older,

 

his friendship

and sharing

 

and boyhood
Robin Hood

 

sort of love
and sharing,

 

makes the days
of darkness

 

of wounding
punishments

 

easier
and her mind

much bolder.

 

 

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