grandmother
wringing welts into hands
thinking it might
wipe the guilt away
i wish
you would take the daring plunge
to self forgiveness
the fault isn’t yours to carry
god’s love is softer
than the whispers
that tell you
it amounted to nothing
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Beautiful piece, the last stanza is gorgeous.
Love the last stanza!
The wish give form to your words and your grandmother…