About a year ago I heard this poem on NPR's "Writer's Almanac," hosted every morning at 630 by Garrison Keillor. I wrote it down and came across it again this morning while adding something to my journal.
Casualties of Misplaced Thoughts
i offer my apology
if my words burned your trust,
and if my actions betrayed my intentions,
sometimes the ones nearest to us,
the ones we wish belonged to us,
they become casualties of our misplaced thoughts,
and yet the sound of their tears
is bereft of hatred.
- dodinsky -
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