After raising a family, running a child care program, and being married for over 27 years. It’s been three years now that I’ve lived alone for the first time in my life. While there are definitely ups and downs, positives, and negatives. One of the hardest things to get used to has been the silence. For some reason, the silence has felt especially loud this weekend, so I wrote a poem about it.
The Silence
The silence
Is deafening.
The silence
Is loud.
The quiet
Is too much.
There should
Be sound.
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