The Soft One Walked In
We were wailing and sobbing
Everyone clutching
Okay maybe not everyone
But I was keening
Console me?
No way.
My aunt was dead
And I was dead too now.
She had taken me with her
Hook line and net
Grandma walked in
Everyone stopped keening
Except me.
She pulled me into her arms
And began to rock.
Her daughter was gone,
And she was not about to lose her granddaughter too
That will never work, the ones who slapped me
And threatened to whip me with belts and chains said.
That will never work, said the ones who had tried to
Scare me into silence.
But they were were the fools
The harsh ones, the gun-slingers.
The Scare-you-to-Death-ers.
Thinking they were the strong ones,
When they were actually the weakest
part of the family of all....
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