Her tears were stifled
by her mother’s grief
shaming sorrow into secrecy
shrouding childhood innocence
like sinister clouds on a windless day
crawling their shadows
across blue turned gray
silence had the only ears to hear
and then the girl grew to woman
and became the wind
she learned to shift the clouds
clarify her sadness without fear
pass shadows into daylight
become bold enough to tell her story
the story of her childhood grief
the one others need to hear
that stayed hidden for so long
with no ears to hear but silence
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Born and raised in " America's finest City" received BS degree in nursing years ago... main career besides wife and motherhood ( and now a grandma)was as a hospice RN for 18 years...Take great joy in finding the good in all things and believing that " No Thing is Ordinary" the title of my blog. I am working on a children's picture book story named R-Qu.. a rock falls of his mountain. Writing poetry is one of my happiest things to do. Yoga, water aerobics,, gym exercise and walking our wheaton terrior, Finley, with my husband Jim are favorite things...oh yes...singing in the choir at Church and recognizing God as #1... are most important... I also have a home based business with magnetic and far intra red health care products..peace to all who read this, Love, Jeane
No Thing Ordinary 