The unheard whispers of truths
Great and small which echo within
Sometimes find voice
Often remain silently protected
Inside internal safety

My voice a pen
Your’s may be songs lifted high
Flowerbed tended
Paintings vibrant or sepia tinted

Sculptures modern or classic
Your’s and or another’s child
Carefully cared for

Though not directly related,
To you uncle Walt
I sing the body electric…

To perhaps say as a late president said,
“you have nothing to fear
but fear itself”.

Giving voice to the whispers within

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