She told me stories of how she skirted the edge of sanity more than once during this turbulent period in her life. After learning about what her husband had done (it was not an isolated event), she discovered that he taught their oldest son to do the same to their youngest daughter. Sick? I’d say so.
For all that he did, he only spent one night in jail.
Yet, In these next few poems, we see that Brenda’s faith in God is still strong, and it’s this faith that helps her cope with everything.
My Drummer (#34)
I march to a different drummer
His rhythm to me is clear
No one else is near him
My ear alone can hear.
I dance to a different drummer
His rhythm is wild and free
My feet dance joyfully over the Earth
And I’m glad that I am me.
November 2, 1971
I Have Just Seen (#35) © Brenda I have just seen a dream go by It traveled very far. I have just seen my destiny go by Hung on the tip of a star. I have just seen my life go by I am not very far. I have just seen all the world go by Pacing with my star. November 6, 1971