I hear the cry in your eyes
I feel your longing for peace
Am I as helpless as I fear you think I am?
If three syllables could move this mountain,
I’d scream it out loud,
mending our wounds,
Yours a worried soul,
Mine a unsettled heart.
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With a heavy heart, I sit here next to my grandmother, as she doesn’t want to be where she is now.