Ernie Gill Poems

I flex my muscles all by myself
looking for swelling that used to be there.
To my dismay, they sag and droop.
The only thing that could help is prayer.
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The child sat quietly in the corner.
The hurt he felt not visible to the eye.
The pain was real and deep.
All he could do was sit and cry.
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The kids are grown and childhood is past.
They've all married and scattered at last.

Visits are infrequent and long overdue.
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