Saturday January 20, 2018
I wonder who taught you about forgiveness.
Was it on the school yard?
A pig-tailed know-it-all in-your-face?
Was it your sister?
Did you break her dollhouse door
and try to tape it back to opening and closing?
Did she cry and then say,
“It’s okay. I know it was an accident.”
I wonder who taught you about forgiveness
more now than a month ago. A month
ago I wondered who taught me about
forgiveness. I’m still not sure.
I can’t remember.
a pivotal moment of
my sister knowing I ate her caramel
I read about a woman
who goes to visit her husband’s killer
in prison. They are dear friends now.
That is possible.
This isn’t a dollhouse and it’s not
caramel or murder.