We saw bunnies playing below the ramparts

for my daughters living with multiple sclerosis

Despite an intuition
that below this lies
the loss of their Dad,
they play on.

These rabbits are a mirror
to my daughters’ courage:
despite the steep precipice,
they play on.

The hopping and skipping
on a grassy cliff edge
that holds up their castle
they play on.

 

Pen Reid, Poet of the Month February 2016

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