One Summer in Savannah

by Terah Shelton Harris

The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.

“That’s you, Sara. You took a hit, it knocked you off your axis, but you keep spinning no matter what.”

“She has these amazing eyes. Big, brown, and beautiful. She opens them wide, and it takes my breath away. Every time. It’s like I can see the whole world in them. She’s graceful. She doesn’t move; she floats. She’s brave. Not in the way you may think, though. It’s a quiet bravery. It churns and churns and churns under the surface. She’s kind and thoughtful. Always thinking of others. She touches my cheek, just as she did. She just knew to do that. Like she knew that’s what I wanted, needed. Sa—” I stop myself just in time. Daniel doesn’t notice.

Pure poetry