Dear daughter loved a teddy bear. She snuggled on his knee and shared a secret or two, or three.
Dear Grandmother loved a teddy too. She snuggled up to him as he would have her do. And then it did not end.
Dear mother met him and pushed away and in the end told not to say, cause mother would not like her.
No word was said, but mother knew and blamed the blameless as they often do; because, you know, she loved him too.
And now he’s dead, not to be found, but his silent command still captures the ground.
Today I stand with megaphone and say out loud, “I’m coming home. You’re not to blame.” I say to her, and her, and him. “ It’s time to cause the shame to dim.”
The deed is done, now speak and say and learn to play to cause the shame to be undone and loosen the barbs that bind your tongue.
So now it’s time for the child to lead, and speak in gentle voice and deed. And plant the seeds of communication in this time for convocation.
Acknowledge the care of the grooming bear toward the babies in his lair. And tell those babies their stories to share.
And the bear is lonely and the bear is sad and the bear once was a little lad. This lad once too a secret had. A secret he so carefully hid, and now it’s time to open the lid.
The greatest pain is the secret shame and exposing it stops the nasty game.
Purple Pennies 