Being Five - Poem by Linda Hepner
She asked a question I cannot repeat
Because I can’t ask it myself.
What if…? ” she asked, catching my eye,
And then, “What then…” and glanced away
So rapidly it was as if an era crashed
And smashed her childhood
While I stood helpless as an oak
Pretending to be eternal.
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