Sharon MacLeod Poems

Every day my heart shreds,
pain penetrating like
a dentist’s drill.
My body shudders
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She falls against his edge,
no words,
no blood.
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I spot her wandering in the hallway.
Her back to me, she shuffles, listing sideways.
My heart breaks every time,
the memory of her and who she is now
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In the living room of my grandparents’ house
I play the piano,
a little girl,
hot-blooded and innocent.
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