Power of Forgiveness
I was born into violence.
In a village by the sea.
Six siblings and me.
Shotgun wedding.
No contraception.
God forgive them.
Scenes were witnessed
by little children.
Innocent bystanders.
Clumps of hair, smashed dish.
Bruised fist. All in the past.
Both now dead. Tears shed.
Seven are strong, all get along.
Shared history. Six with children
of their own.
Different homes.
How so much love grew from hate.
We celebrate.
Hope Mum and Dad are happy in heaven.
They have long been forgiven.
Copyright © Jean Murray | Year Posted 2016
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