Pantoum for Jien Ji
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by Judy Abrams
There was a time when I could cry,
cried when my heart was full of pain,
when beggars lifted hands for alms
I jotted down sad refrains.
I cried when my heart was full of pain,
when news showed refugees in camps,
I jotted down sad refrains.
When I saw abused orphans on the screen,
When news showed refugees in camps,
I changed the image to stop the pain.
When I saw abused orphans on the screen.
I turned my head, but wiped a tear.
I changed the image to stop the pain.
As deaf panhandlers silently asked for help
I turned my head but wiped a tear.
Now I’ve lost the gift to grieve.
As deaf panhandlers silently ask for help
I no longer write to still the pain.
I have lost the gift to grieve.
But there was a time when I could cry