Once upon a shuttered time by Heather Wastie

There’s something you won’t see.
It hovers like a bee.
You swat it endlessly.

There’s something you won’t hear –
that buzzing in your ear,
no shaking of your head will make it clear.

There’s something you can’t feel,
too painful to be real.
A hidden hurt won’t heal.

There’s something you can’t touch.
He loved you very much.
Your father touched and loved you very much.

There’s something you can’t say.
The words are locked away
inside a cell inside a room where happy children play.


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