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Secrets

Some stories are like secrets
that we gave up for adoption
We want to claim our children
but have forfeited the right

So we wait to be asked
by those who want to know
We hope for reunion
and to feel complete

Some stories are like the iris
that I discovered as a girl
growing by an abandoned house
that we all thought was haunted

Exotic like an orchid
that didn’t belong
I only ever picked dandelions
for my mother

Some stories are like card games
and you’re holding someone’s ace
You want to give it back
but not be seen

You want to even the score
but not at the expense of another
You want the royal flush
not the bluff
of being loved

______Colleen Redman / Poets United / Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

Post notes: “Secrets” is part of Packing a Suitcase fore the Afterlife, a 34 poem collection that probes the questions: ‘How much does the essence of one’s psyche weigh? Is the soul the one carry-on that we can actually take with us? In the end, what do we value and what do we leave behind?’  The book is being published by Finishing Line Press and can be pre-ordered HERE.

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