Once upon a time
I gathered grievances like treasure
stored in my heart pain without measure
I held tight
to my rights
I learned in time
to gather forgiveness instead
like leftover pieces of miracle bread
when the 5,000 were fed
True treasure beyond measure
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For the Quadrille Monday prompt at dVerse Poets Pub today, Lillian wants to gather our 44 words into a poem. And the lovely thing about a Quadrille is that it’s easy to find just the right 44 words to get it done.