My grandfather hated the very sound of me talking when I was a child, in fact I wasn’t allowed to talk at all.
He would get very angry if he heard my muma and me talking . We whispered at times but we would shut up talking when we heard him at the door. We would spend a lot of time in complete silence.
I just hated the sound of silence I wrote this poem when I was eleven years old:
Silence is destroying me,
Silence is quite deafening,
Silence can be loud.
I can see silence,
I can hear silence,
I can feel it too.
The weight of silence is gripping me and holding me down.
I feel that I can’t get up,
It is like a dark cloud and its smothering me.
I dislike the sound of silence,
an unpleasent atmosphere.
The very sound of silence,
running down my face,
a silent tear.
The tear leaves a stain,
so great is my pain.
Silence has a grip on me, it is holding me down.
I struggle to get away,
The grip is far to tight .
The silence in our house is huge,
I can’t get up and fight,
Silence is sufficating me,
P0ppa is hating me.
Silence fills me with dread,
Silence is hush and loud.
I love listening to the birds singing in the silence of the night,
Listen.
You will hear the birds singing in the silence of the night.
Dorothy Maude Age 11years old