The Writer

Her voice is soft like a songbird's first "good morning",

vibrato's as words pour into her leather bound fortress,

becomes a warrior, a missionary - maybe a bit of both;

 

a vortex of youth, passion, possibilities -

becomes a full bodied soprano reaching for high C

no longer penning curly cues and girlish giggles

but brandishing flourishes as bold and strong

as ambition dares reach...

 

and she dares.

 

by Margaret Bednar, January 16, 2017

 

This poem is about: 
My family
Our world

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