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Silenced

January 13, 2024
By Anonymous

A soft spoken child.

Endless days with you,

You were my favorite person—

I am all yours.

A gardener and a flower

My mothers’ mother

She wasn’t soft spoken like me

A breeze so powerful, her voice


flew away


I long to hear you again,

Too young to know better.

Too old to forget.


The author's comments:

This poem is inspired by my grandma who had a stroke when I was 6 years old and lost her ability to talk and walk.


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