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Although Consumed by Fury, You Still Loved Us Alpha List Mother's Day Poems Poems About Child Abuse Sad Poems Sonnets Contents Home All poems: copyright by Nicholas Gordon Free scrapbook poems permission to use provided by the author. Although consumed by fury, you still loved us. At least that is the knowledge of my heart. Screaming like a child, you would beat us Until you snapped, and then the tears would start. "You know I love you," you would cry, demanding More of us through tears than with your fist. And we, through tears, would nod our understanding, Too bullied in our pain to dare resist. Yet now that you've been dead for many years, And I have wandered through my own vast hell, I see the desperate anguish in your tears And hope at last that I can love you well. For only in my love can your love be The love that once, I think, you had for me. [contents] [home]