I hear the:
irritation,
disregard,
disdain,
sewage spewed,
disrespect,
contempt,
raised voices,
slammed doors,
and abhorrence
on the streets,
in the schools,
surrounding,
closing in,
shredding my nerves…
... and I’m thankful.
Thankful that your voices
are not heard among the racket…
and never have been.
Marie Elena
Monday, April 19, 2010
TO DEANNA, BRANDON, AND MICHAELA (my grown children)
Labels:
Family,
Humanity,
In Marie's Scope,
Poetic Asides '10,
Respect
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Ditto, but not to say their independence doesn't rear its head from time to time. That's my Andrea.
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How true. =)
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