Words, My Path to the World
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BOXES When we were young, and we were kids, We sat and played with boxes. The boxes that we owned were crammed With toys and games and fun. As we grow up the boxes change And the contents change as well. The toys and games grow dusted with age, The boxes used in pain. We walk along in our own boxes And leave the world alone. We keep to ourselves and blot out the sights, We should open our boxes and love. We keep our feelings in our boxes, And many, many people do. The boxes have locks that love can break, And love will lessen the ache. As time goes by the locks release And the load of stress will ease. Then Time can fill them with memories And heal the cracks left behind. As times goes by the boxes are filled, They fill to overflowing. The boxes are passed through the ages, Much loved and rummaged through often. The time will come to leave this world, We will use our final box. The box of silence—the casket—the grave This box our final rest.
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About the Book
Words, My Path to the World is a compilation of poetry and essays that Gwen wrote from childhood to adulthood. Writing until things made sense to her was her way of dealing with struggles. She wrote about many things—being a sick kid, being a survivor of sexual abuse and of bullying, looking for and finding love, being overweight, her faith, her family, creation, music, etc. She loved the spoken and written word. Sometimes her poetry is silly and sarcastic; sometimes it has a definite wow factor. Gwen died on July 12, 2012 after a short battle with ovarian cancer.
About the Author
Gwen Swanson was born in Hibbing, Minnesota. She graduated from Hibbing High School and was a member of First Baptist Church. She graduated with a degree in journalism from Grand View College in Des Moines, Iowa. She worked for the Hibbing Daily Tribune for five years before moving to Portland, Oregon. She worked in a nursery school and was loved by her “kiddos.” She was a board member of Rahab’s Sisters and was active in the fight against human trafficking. Grace Swanson is her mom, a registered nurse, married for 41 years. I was able to spend the final three weeks with Gwen, to see her on her final journey to heaven's shore, and to see the Lord taking care of my family. Finding and compiling her writings has been a joy and instrumental in helping me with the grieving process.