by Ethel Mortenson Davis
As children
we don’t forgive
our parents.
As parents
we forgive
our children,
opening up
one of the back rooms,
sweeping up
the dust,
making room
again for you.
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Forgiveness
by Ethel Mortenson Davis
Before you come
into the wilderness
you must leave
your anger and hate
behind you.
You must open your heart
and extend your arms
before you can see
the new ground-cover plants
whose leaves feel
like a baby’s skin.
Look!
A yellow swallowtail.
She is leading us
through the shaded trees
and wants us to follow.
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