Lightly touching with

the tenderness

of a loving liberal mother and father

with soft intelligent present fingers

feather light touching their tight clinched jawed cheeks

their curled fisted fingers and creased fearful foreheads

To just quietly watch them relax gently into

relaxing with “a liberal”

in their own time and in their own way

To simply just be with them as they sob it all out

the deep sorrow of the

“I just didn’t know”

and to hug and love them

without the

“I told you so”

©️ August 2025 Much Love, Deb Poems