The Girl Who Rarely Speaks (Poem #38)

There was a girl with a regular voice
and not using it was her choice
to her mother she never said
“buy me this” and “buy me that”
instead she crossed her fingers and thinks
“I hope she does”

The girl grew up to be a fine young woman
when people ask why she seldom talks
her friends would say, “she’s just too shy” Continue reading The Girl Who Rarely Speaks (Poem #38)