Saturday, December 29, 2018

Though you were happy (Day 710)

Though you were happy where you were, 
I held the door open for you.
You were not hungry, yet I fed you, 
spoonful by spoonful.
In the midst of a nightmare, 
you trembled, and I, believing you
were cold, lay another blanket over 
your warm and fragile body.
You did not ask me for these things, 
but I did them.
You did not want these things,
but I gave them, sometimes 
unwillingly, to you, and in the giving, 
and in the receiving, somehow, 
both of us lost the gift.

(c) by Hannah Six

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