Bullied.

Sometimes someone else's pain hurts more than any blows.

Your pain is my pain
Your confusion confuses me
That anyone could pick on my granddaughter
That not everyone sees you for
The beautiful creature you are
Mystifies me
This time of life, when seasons are dropped apple's
Each one a windfall that should not be blighted
I want to pick you up and wrap myself around you
Put myself between you and the world

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[Lisasview]

Hi there,
Wanted to protect a child agains the bad things in life is so great... but of course pretty impossible as one can not hold the child's hand every minute.
I so loved your poem as I know the feeling of being a grandparent quite well...
The best I can do is keep an open communication and hope that my granddaughters let me know what is going on.
Lisa, now in Spain