Poetry from the Past
This was in a packet of yellowed clippings, notes and envelopes Second Sister brought back from a house-cleaning project at pop’s place recently. We figured I wrote it in my teens.
(And I think we’re back to our regularly scheduled programming.)
Memories...of Being Candid
(And I think we’re back to our regularly scheduled programming.)
Memories...of Being Candid
She prided herself
on her frankness,
and her ability
to be completely candid.
She always said
exactly what she thought,
with no consideration,
for feelings.
she felt it best
to be direct.
And while that’s true
in most of what we do,
there are those times
directness
does much damage.
is not always a blessing,
she didn’t seem to care.
Then one day
she was in need
of considerate words,
and when she looked
for someone to say them,
no one was there.
on her frankness,
and her ability
to be completely candid.
She always said
exactly what she thought,
with no consideration,
for feelings.
she felt it best
to be direct.
And while that’s true
in most of what we do,
there are those times
directness
does much damage.
Though she was often told
being bluntis not always a blessing,
she didn’t seem to care.
Then one day
she was in need
of considerate words,
and when she looked
for someone to say them,
no one was there.
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