Borne on the wind
borne on the wind
My words over the years
words of help
guidance
truth
whirling around the ether
ignored
unwanted
I imagine them falling
smacking to the ground
lying there, a jumble of abc’s
Being picked up, wondered at
then hurled skywards again
to start a new journey
While my voice gets weaker and weaker
From the effort of it all
– Dorothy Surtees Goodman
