Polly's pages (aka 'Donna Williams')

Ever the arty Autie



Oh Valentine, forgive me not.

Was it whilst I blinked, you stole my heart?

A potted plant, upon my porch.

It sits in bloom, for now.

Perhaps a possum will devour it

before it showers next.

Perhaps a windy day will blow its petals

far and wide.

And, here, inside,

I’ll stay, perplexed,

that love can live despite the many so creative ways

we hide.

The words we never say,

fade to a whisper

stifled by the adult self

we’d let rule us from day to day.

Donna Williams, Dip Ed, BA Hons.
Author, artist, singer-songwriter, screenwriter.
Autism consultant and public speaker.


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