Molly III (Hanna)
She pulled her knees,
Up against her chest,
On floors of polished white…
Her thoughts astray,
She had closed away,
What took place that night…
Molly’s tears
In buckets, fell,
Warm like summer rain…
Madeline
Hair like wine,
Lost in hatreds flame…
Hanna sat,
In memory black,
Her back against the wall…
Molly weeping,
Madeline sleeping,
Hanna remembered it all…
“Ring around the Rosy”
She plays
“Daddies coming home today…”
“Ice cream cone,”
“Candy Cane,”
All...
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