What Kind of Silence What kind of silence do you hear when you putter around the kitchen, getting ready for your day, and I’m sitting by the window drinking coffee, staring off? I’d rather just stare but I pick up a book to set you at ease. Perhaps you’d rather I chat, warble like a bird, make sounds that reassure you I am alive in ways that are happy and normal. Or do you enjoy the silence, snow falling on snow, grateful you can concentrate on the day ahead, ready yourself for the challenges that await? Daughter, how I wish I could serve you, polish your armor, buckle your boots. Those days are done. You are strong now, on your own, with a strong man beside you. What kind of silence do you hear? Wet snowflakes settling down, blind slimy creatures you wouldn’t want to touch squirming in mud, the cold black bottom of the ocean, huge pitted rocks drifting eternally through space? Pick whatever silence pleases you, sweet girl. Pick the silence you want to hear. ~~~
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