February 2, 2014
Source: We Heart It
Deep Hurt
I was never
my grandmother's
favorite
Even when I was
the only grandchild
She cared more
for the children
of other families
than me
I never understood
her dislike of me
But…
one day when I was
about three…
She …
called me mean
because the
grocery bags
tumbled as I
moved from the
car seat
Those words hurt me
deeply…
so strong in their intent
I could
Never
Forgive…
Copyright © 2014 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
my grandmother's
favorite
Even when I was
the only grandchild
She cared more
for the children
of other families
than me
I never understood
her dislike of me
But…
one day when I was
about three…
She …
called me mean
because the
grocery bags
tumbled as I
moved from the
car seat
Those words hurt me
deeply…
so strong in their intent
I could
Never
Forgive…
Copyright © 2014 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
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