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 years.
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,
Her words fresh and vibrant
Like a nurturing summer shower.
Ideas and opinions and bright illustrations
From her hands and soul sprang forth.
Songs and soliloquies surged from her heart.
Pictures, words, melodies and more,
She would express her life through her art.
No longer silent,
No longer small.
A once shy little girl
Now shares her stories
With listeners around the world.
Marie Jarreau ©11/2010
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