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for T and her family

There was a young woman who swallowed a smile.
I don’t know why she swallowed a smile.
Perhaps for style.

There was a young woman who swallowed a word
as chipper and sweet as a new baby bird.
She swallowed the word to protect the smile.
I don’t know why she swallowed a smile.
Perhaps for style.

There was a young woman who swallowed a secret
that smelled of bad fish and a scratchy blue blanket.
She swallowed the secret to chase the word.
She swallowed the word to protect the smile.
I don’t know why she swallowed a smile.
Perhaps for style.

There was a young woman who swallowed a dream
of building a nation where nobody screamed.
She swallowed the dream to encourage the secret.
She swallowed the secret to chase the word.
She swallowed the word to protect the smile.
I don’t know why she swallowed a smile.
Perhaps for style.

There was a young woman who swallowed a story
of princes and gold, adventure and glory.
She swallowed the story to flesh out the dream.
She swallowed the dream to encourage the secret.
She swallowed the secret to chase the word.
She swallowed the word to protect the smile.
I don’t know why she swallowed a smile.
Perhaps for style.

There was a young woman who swallowed the world
that was spinning so fast it made her hurl.
She swallowed the world to slow down the story.
She swallowed the story to flesh out the dream.
She swallowed the dream to encourage the secret.
She swallowed the secret to chase the word.
She swallowed the word to protect the smile.
I don’t know why she swallowed a smile.
Perhaps for style.

There was a young woman who swallowed time
on a beach with a tree and a book of old rhyme.
She swallowed time to better the world.
She swallowed the world to slow down the story.
She swallowed the story to flesh out the dream.
She swallowed the dream to encourage the secret.
She swallowed the secret to chase the word.
She swallowed the word to protect the smile.
I don’t know why she swallowed a smile.
I wish she’d stayed with us for one more mile.

© Elaine Stirling, 2015