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Poetry Daily: Today's Poem
Who
hasn't once overlooked the glint
in a generous eye, or failed to
wonder what could this fellow want,
what's standing behind my mill besides
the old apple tree? He bargained it.
His daughter was what stood there
in the mill yard, sweeping.
Now when a weeping child speaks with more
authority than the parent, who has
made a grave mistake,
how can the man ashamed refuse?

Debra Nystrom
The Girl Without Hands