Words, poetry written by Barbara Avon at Spillwords.com



written by: Barbara Avon



my father always said never underestimate the power of the spoken word when I was twenty three I realized what he meant when I told Bill I loved him he heard me but said nothing I guess my words hit him like a fist in the face that’s when I decided to hate people rather than try to love them my father came back to haunt me when I used the spoken word on Jenn my daughter she would never forgive me for saying I wished she had never been born at fifty four I witnessed Jenny’s death and cried on Bill’s shoulder i love you he said

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