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She was born
On a heat record breaking day
In England
To a deaf mother
Raised for 3 years
By her Gran

Her parents
Moved to Canada
Set up home
Then came to get her.

Canada was different
She didn't know
Or understand

This woman
Her mother
Whose voice was silent
She shunned her hugs
And attempts
Of Love

Demanded to go home
Cried out for her Gran
Stood in the corner
Went to bed early
No supper
Disagreeable
Stubborn
Insubordinate

3 months after her
 Arrival

Her brother
was born...
He smiled
Cooed, laughed
Bonded
With this woman
She did not know

"Take him back"
She said
Stood in the corner
Went to bed early
No supper
Disagreeable
Stubborn
Insubordinate

Her daddy worked nights
He came home
In early morn
Had breakfast with her
Laughed and sang
Danced with her
In his arms

Then he went  to bed to sleep
Days were quiet
Silence in a house
With no voice
Except for the babble
Of a pretty Baby Boy

When her daddy got up
In the evenings
They watched Mr. Roger's
Then he left for work

Nights were quiet
Silence in a house
With no voice
Except for the babble
Of a pretty Baby Boy

She was a child-
Who grew up fast
Listening for her mother
Speaking for her mother
In a hearing world

Helping her mother
With her baby brother
Answering phones
Dealing with bank tellers
Explaining to adults

"My mother is deaf...
You need to speak to me."

Time travels
And soon enough
There is another
Pretty baby
A girl who at 10 years
Her junior
Is beautiful, perfect
She loves her!

But as she turns 15
And her sister is but 5
Somehow
She is  a bad influence
Grounded for being
Disaggreeble
Stubborn
Insubordinate

Leaving home at 16
Wasn't difficult
he was after all 23
had a house
a car
and she could have been 20
for her upbringing
Already a master
at housekeeping
child rearing
getting things done...

but she wasn't
Inside she was
scared
And all she wanted
Was to please
To prove
She wasn't what
She seemed to be

Disaggreeble
Stubborn
Insubordinate