Coming of Age

Never heard a compliment

From anyone who was giving

At least until her daddy

Had ceased his unkind living

Plagued in her young years

Suffering unimagined fears

Was not until her thirty year’s day

When she met a man who would say

The things she always longed to hear

And she listened without fear

A man who could dry the tears

From voices heard on tender ears

She learned love comes in many forms

And hateful speech is not the norm.

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