Behind closed doors Whispers. Not bedtime romance but hushed voices Not to alarm the kids. But they didn’t know that walls hold secrets That whispers are forerunners to actions. The move billed as an opportunity Told a different story. The picnic on the floor of an empty room Romantic frugality New chances New risks More whispers. Another culture Echoes Repeated All to protect the children Who, wiser than parents, Know the risks, know newness Enjoy more. Until the child becomes the parent Remains silent. Not to worry the kids. Smiles hide tight lips Frugality internalized Until the children have children Doors opened, walls dissolved Laughter and abandonment Expansive in nature Rich in love Whispers turn to exuberance A voice Reminds us to hold onto one another All life Is fragile No need to whisper.
Whisper or write your thoughts to me. You'll find me at http://www.abberolnick.com My new book, The Underpainting goes on sale in November 2024
