My counselor and I
Place a little pillow on my lap
And pretend that it’s my young self.
I hold him and tell him,
“I will protect you from this moment on.”
I tell him,
“You can trust me completely.”
And I tell him,
“I will raise you just like I raised my own two sons.”
Only then can I feel him reach out and
Put his arms around me,
Burying his head in my chest and
Sobbing great big sobs.
And only then
Do my own tears flow.
Peter Gruenbaum
Seattle, Washington, USA
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