<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=493499" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Taciturn</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Indeed she is different from papa, this aunt of mine <br>Is reserved, in speech and manners <br>Inclined always to the silence in grandma’s garden <br>Her expressions are always silent like a nod <br>When she means yes, like a waving of her hand <br>When she wants to leave, she is like <br>A quiet pond, she is like the silent fish in there, <br>She is like the lotus amidst the ripples of this <br>Family in disagreement about wealth and money, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her reticence, her reluctance to join in the family <br>Conversation amazes me, her fragility I am bound <br>To respect like she is a delicate beautiful butterfly </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But then, when the extrajudicial partition was <br>Laid on the table, she cries foul, she wants more <br>Than what we must fairly get, and we all say that this <br>Is unfair, oh sure, I realize, she is stern, she is <br>Silent for some other reasons, she must be thinking </div><div style="margin:10px 0">That we her nephews and nieces are morons <br>Enough not to know the law of inheritance, about </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fact that when she and papa were young <br>She was always adored and grandpa’s favorite. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In fact, papa died a very sour, shouting old man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=493499" data-title="Taciturn de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="Indeed she is different from papa, this aunt of mine Is reserved, in speech and manners Inclined always to the silence in grandma’s garden Her expressions are always silent like a nod When she means yes, like a waving of her hand When she w..."></div> </div> </div>

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