These tender yearnings
are born of steel where
bloodstained lacy socks were
thrown in the corner wastebasket.
Stuffed animals
with glass eyes
stared straight ahead,
afraid of what they might see.
Shadows loomed large
on the wall;
Sheer pink curtains
quivered in fear
as innocence was lost,
as trust was destroyed.
These tender yearnings
reach out for truth,
reach out for love,
with an infinite hope
of healing.
