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Tuesday, 05 January 2010

Seen and Heard

By Ellen Younkins

I'm brash because I'm getting old
and I feel that my story must be told.

I was young and dared not speak,
my timid voice was just a squeak.

I was a child, quiet then, never heard.
and now I know that's quite absurd.

My voice is loud now and I will opine
on many subjects that are on my mind.

That little girl who never said a word
is a grownup now and will be heard.

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[INVITATION: All elders, 50 and older, are welcome to submit stories for this blog. They can be fiction, non-fiction, poetry, memoir, etc. Instructions for submitting are here.]

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