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Click hereLittle wren of brown and tan
Dark eyes and hair
So different from the swans,
Who all look alike.
Didn't they see who I was?
A sparkling gem, glittering
Shining, gleaming
My childhood was family
We didn't have much
But we had riches
We had each other
Four sisters, two brothers
And I the baby to complete
The troop of love.
A house of laughter and songs
A house of learning, of God
And in the chaos,
I was the sparkle of my father's eye
Shining, gleaming
In marriage, my true self stayed hidden
Impossible to see ME
Why didn't I know it?
Every word he spoke was dust to dull
The glitz of my soul and personality
I was brown, tan, invisible
Covered, smothered
Today I stand before you,
Having stalked away from it.
From that joyless prison of love.
Today the wren is transformed
She is a peacock of outrageous plumage
I am shining, gleaming
And don't you forget it!
Very interesting poem & I relate to the subject matter. Job well done
Very nice. What seems to start like a fairy tale evolves in a subtle way into something else. Very original!