Whispers, always whispers, | 1 |
while i remain ever shunned. | 2 |
Visits to London. That secret ill kept. | 3 |
Waiting at the sun's rise for letters in the post. | 4 |
What can be kept from me? I've become a ghost. | 5 |
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Now no mention of the school. | 6 |
"Charlotte will do what's best." | 7 |
Father's point was testily made. | 8 |
For him the facts were plain. | 9 |
No means of support, yet we remained. | 10 |
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"You were never a patient child | 11 |
or suited to rigour and adversity." | 12 |
Was it the harsh nature of his words | 13 |
that seemed like a curse | 14 |
and took my breath away, | 15 |
or that i'd heard the truth for the first time? | 16 |
"Think on," he said. "For you, i will always pray." | 17 |
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My eyes narrowed among black clad women | 18 |
stepping over graves. | 19 |
"It was ever this way." came to mind. | 20 |
Had i long given up trying? | 21 |
My eyes averted as he turned, | 22 |
walked by and into church. | 23 |