Their voices still speak
inside my head, alive yet,
beyond years long dead.

The voices of our parents are never silent. They live inside us and travel beyond us through our words.
Their voices still speak
inside my head, alive yet,
beyond years long dead.

The voices of our parents are never silent. They live inside us and travel beyond us through our words.
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“What a goose I am!”
said a thousand times a day,
unlike ducks who stay
put.
While geese expand their range
from pond to pond
the ducks remain tucked away
in the same pond
all day long.
Ducks duck and cover
and seldom fly away.
A few strokes of the wings,
a few inches lifted above the fray,
A few feet they stray
until the threat fades.
The geese have no fear of flight.
They simply find
another pond on which to alight.
They are not bound by precedence.
They do not fear imprudence.
They have a key to ease such moves,
shared leadership and honking blares
to make the group totally aware
of dangers coming their way.
The ducks listen, too, yet stay.
While geese blithely find a better place.
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