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Cecilia Morris: Sestina

Cecilia Morris

Aug 31 2017

1 mins

Sestina

 

There was her diary unveiling my father’s secret,

she was aware of his visits when she’d left the house

 

on nights that she’d worked. Because on her return home

he was very elated, my bedroom door not quite

closed, the pink bedspread held the form of his secret.

She knew of his strange gaze on me when we played.

Feared loss of their marriage and remained pleasant,

told friends repeatedly of her husband’s manly virtues.

 

Now I house no secrets, and as I watch my children play

discover joy in quietness, family life so pleasurable:

harbour no secrets and know hope is a virtue.

 

Bright memories now housed in my mind, children playful,

owls hoot calling at night when it’s quiet darkness pleasurable.

Now no secrets I rejoice in a life real not virtual.

 

Cecilia Morris

 

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