Silence

A talkative girl she was,

who could never – not talk.

Speech was powerfully haunting

she taught others.

Many tried to talk her

into the power of silence.

She never gave in.

Time, had other ideas.

 

When I met her, she was

a mother – but not talkative.

Time had changed her

and her ability of speech.

She was now silenced.

Does silence come with worry?

I wondered – but then – maybe

Silence,  comes with maturity.

 

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