Whye Waite

Here is my attempt at healing

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Mom tried, Dad cried
Dad tried, Mom cried —
Brother, didn’t understand.

Held tight, left free
No one could tell,
no one could see.

Dark days ahead.
No one knew — no one knew.

Words became Butterflies,
calloused and bruised
We buried our sorrows,
not wanting to choose.

Our callouses…

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Whye Waite

Whye Waite

Humorous, sometimes serious, sailing stories, and inspirational life lessons from an old sea salt