Donald Traxler's Poetry
Sunday, November 12, 2017
It Is to You
It is to you, my sister,
that I bow every day.
My brothers and I
have much to atone for.
We shall spare you our words,
and pray with our actions,
and spend our days in listening,
and in giving thanks.
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