Poetry.

Courage never shook in her boots
the way I did
or took her bumps with the road of life
quite like I did.

She knew it
beyond a shadow of a bout
with angry voices
etched in the psyche of a young boy
who cringed as his parents railed--

Derailed before quite reaching
Her destination,
a name scrawled in sharpie on a tacky-backed
white rectangle--

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