My throat is dry, hand trembling.
Heart is racing, I want to run, run far away.
It has been decades, but I still feel small.
Scars from cruelty still mar my soul.
She was important to me, a teacher and role model.
Honoring her is why I am here.
Taking all my strength to sit here amongst those I no longer recognize.
The shame, embarrassment of a past that you don’t even remember shakes me.
As I finally see your face, her son, you look worn and old.
The years have been unkind to you.
Emotions find release in this as I silently forgive.
About the Creator
Cheryl Duffy
Wife to a wonderful man.
Daughter of incredible parents.
Sister to outstanding siblings.
Grandmother of biracial children.
Survivor of physical and sexual abuse.
Educated woman with a wide array of professional experience.
Storied traveler.
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