Poetry Corner

Poetry by Jim Farfaglia

 

Mum’s the Word

All season long you’ve waited,

letting others tell their story:

the lilac and the lily,

the iris and the daisy.

Month after month

you’ve kept still,

holding back such colorful thoughts,

cupped in patient hands.

Not until the others have gone silent

do your fingers gently open, revealing,

in your own special language,

what you came here to say.

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