A broken branch
I grew
like a river split
in two
I reach back
hold that child,
shield that baby,
heal my baby-girl
who is me
One river
one tree
a woman grown
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On a quiet street sat a large light green house with a stone porch & white pillars. The bay windows on either side of the front door were crowned with leaded glass panels. Inside the house lived five extraordinary girls with two remarkable parents. They were American born Irish catholics. Within this house every emotion was to be played out & sometimes carried to the extreme. Let's take a peek inside, shall we...
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