I stole her secrets
small bottles of courage
carefully hidden
throughout the house
to get her through the day.
I must have sent her
scurrying in frustrated panic
to remember hiding places
she could no longer trust
with no one to tell
her treasures were gone
yet her secret
was no secret
to anyone.
We played
Hide and Seek
with knowing looks
and no words spoken
until her secret
followed her
to the end
and secretly
no one believed
what they wrote about her
in the paper that day.
It was not until
much later in my life
in a moment of sad clarity
before I realized
I had inherited
her secret
and it still
was no secret
to anyone.
Ken Owen
Van Niddy Press May 2018
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