<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=521320" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>At The Death of a Young Girl</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I see its raw fury clawing at her hands, <br>Kissing her sallow face with lies so perfect on silk pillows, <br>Concealing raw, gaping wounds inside, the insult<br>The harsh silence, the enforced peace.<br>I have seen all this before, this beast, this darkness, this indifference<br>To waves of anguish washing through the room<br>As her mother weeps, and her father strokes<br>Her dark, perfect hair.<br>I see her, and<br>I know.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But what am I to say to their terror? These children<br>Look at me, questioning … after all, <br>I am their teacher…<br>But why did she die? , well, asthma… breath denied… but why? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know this insistent knot, this question piercing my gut, <br>And I want to hide in silence, but questions will not be denied, <br>And I know their questions, all of them…<br>So what am I to say to calm their red, flowing eyes, <br>These, my poor, dark flowers, piercing me with their tears? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Faith.<br>Yes, read the book to them…Lazarus found out… faith…<br>Promises were made, now to be made good.<br>Yes, faith… what else is there but<br>Faith? <br>And so we say the rosary, <br>And we go on.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Steven+Federle">Steven Federle</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=521320" data-title="At The Death of a Young Girl de Steven Federle" data-description="I see its raw fury clawing at her hands, Kissing her sallow face with lies so perfect on silk pillows, Concealing raw, gaping wounds inside, the insult The harsh silence, the enforced peace. I have seen all this before, this beast, this darkness..."></div> </div> </div>

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