Image: Kaia Pieters
She wasn’t one for verbose comment
Some would say she was a visual learner
Preferring to say it in image, not words.
She carried the scars of a lifelong lived.
Words were beaten out of her;
To be seen and not heard was the mantra
Instilled in her from when the strap
And the lash of a tongue
Delivered the necessary lessons in life.
When she reached out, there was rejection
Loved ones turned their backs
They wondered how to deal with her,
The needy, wanting child.
In older age she became defiant
Take me as I am or not at all
For what you see is my story.