Mum's the Word
When the twilight embraces us so does the Light
and with the Light comes inspiring encouragement. Quote by: Eve Roper
It was the dawn of childhood days
all of summer strewn across the lawn like broken coils n' rusted dreams
Imagination was the key to unlock every door
except the bolted door of anger and abuse;
Sealed, unaired, like stolen prayers to the wind
those years were filled with solitary sorrows,
writhing hands of toil and eyes like a sparrow ;
I recall snippets of memory, such as Mother sitting on a faded couch,
fearing the next blow
I awake in my room counting the squares of a flimsy coverlet,
until the last streak of night bled out, then we all lay still.
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