Poem July 7, 2003 Issue

The enemy within

Pam Chance

I went to Berlin
to see what Love
would show me, and my
own walls came tumbling down.

My grandmother raised me,
nurtured, cherished, and
gave me her love—
but also her grief and fear.

In terror she would
pull me under
the kitchen table
whenever aeroplanes
flew low and loud.
We waited for the explosion.
but it never came!

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