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SG Holter
Poems
May 2014
Child Inside That Had Died
I was such a beautiful child,
With my shoulder lengths of
Sun bleached barley.
Smiled little pearl soldiers in
Line. Old glassesless ladies
Took me for
Girlchild.
But I grew twisted like an
Appletree around a
Graveyard path
Lightpost.
Teeth came out crooked.
Hair fell out at thirteen.
I was big for my age;
Grew other hair in places
I never knew I would.
My voice broke as if in
Sorrow over the child
Inside that had
Died. After that I spoke as if
Into a bucket.
Sometimes I catch my father
Gazing at me through a slight veil
Of grievance for that same
Child.
I would never dream
To blame him.
Written by
SG Holter
Fenstad, Norway.
(Fenstad, Norway.)
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