The nest is quiet today, and I feel the wind in my wings.
I smile and head for home. Even though it brings me no joy.
I long for my voice to be heard. Something to hope for.
Maybe it will be. Or maybe it is.
But I don’t know for sure.
~ Amelia Jane
Amelia Jane is a 13 year old non-speaking autistic, with a lot to say.
Amelia lives in Australia with her family by the beach. Amelia was homeschooled for many years using RPM (Rapid Prompting Method), including the 3 years she lived in Austin Texas.
Amelia loves travelling, horse riding, maths, creative writing and writing to her RPM pen-pal. She is looking forward to beginning some classes at secondary school. If you enjoy Amelia’s writing,
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Amelia lives in Australia with her family by the beach. Amelia was homeschooled for many years using RPM (Rapid Prompting Method), including the 3 years she lived in Austin Texas.
Amelia loves travelling, horse riding, maths, creative writing and writing to her RPM pen-pal. She is looking forward to beginning some classes at secondary school. If you enjoy Amelia’s writing,
click here to leave a tip.
Latest posts by Amelia Jane (see all)
- Poetry: The Nest - November 25, 2021
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One Response
This poem creates such a tangible feeling of quiet. What it is that I feel when I think of the word “hush”.
I can sense the lift of the air, the wind that supports wings in flight.
And then a great stillness overcomes me, as I read and re-read these words. In that stillness, I hear your voice, Amelia Jane.