Tuesday, November 30, 2010

For The Quiet Ones

Shy Ones Grow Up Too
                                            by: B. Marie Jarreau

When she was a very young girl
She said ‘nothing’
To everyone she met.
She chose to save her precious words
For older wiser days
When her thoughts were
Stronger yet.

Some laughed and mocked a girl so small,
Called her ‘dumb’ and pulled her hair
And said,
“She has no tongue at all.”

She kept quite silent
Through her youthful days.
Then like a spirit awake
Words and images began to flow from her heart
As water from a stream to a lake.

As she grew, she had listened
To people, to birds, to owls and Earth
And she’d learned many things,
Yet saved her own thoughts
Till she knew their own worth.

Like a bud as it opens to flower,
She decided to speak.
Her words were fresh
Like a nurturing summer shower.

Ideas and illustrations
From her hands and soul issued forth.
Songs and soliloquies surged from her heart.
Pictures and words
and melodies and more,
She had chosen to express her life through her art.

No longer silent,
No longer small.
The once shy little girl
Would grow up to share her stories
To eager, listeners around the world.
. . . 

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