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Dawn Doig
Dawn Doig is the author of seven children's picture books on various topics including childhood hearing loss, dysgraphia, bullying and forgiveness, and learning English as an additional language. Dawn was born in Victoria, British Columbia, Canada, but inherited ‘travelling DNA' from her sailor father which has led to a life of work and travel around the globe. In 1988, she completed a B.Sc. in Linguistics through the University of Victoria, immediately followed by a M.Sc.in Human Communication Disorders (Audiology) through Dalhousie University in 1990. For 23 years, she provided audiological services to hearing-impaired individuals and their families in Canada, Kuwait, England and Saudi Arabia. In 2013 she completed a M.Ed in Teaching English as a Second Language through The College of New Jersey. Dawn and her husband of 31 years, Bruce, currently reside in Yaounde, Cameroon, West Africa where she is the English Language Learners (ELL) coordinator for the American School of Yaounde. Dawn gets her inspiration for her children's books from her family, the children she has had the pleasure of working with, life experiences, and the furballs who have all found a special place in her heart. Baking is a favourite, stress-relieving pastime and she self-published a baking cookbook 'Just Frickin' Bake It' to bring out the baker in everyone. When not working, Dawn enjoys heading off on adventures with Bruce to discover new cultures, new food, new people and perhaps even the inspiration for a new book. https://doigda.wixsite.com/mysite-1
I sat so merry in my abode
Loving hands around me
I dreamt of such glorious days
One day i would see
I remember the day I left
My room
I closed the door behind me
One quick look again
Then walked away
The room which would always remind me
The glorious days I had dreamt
I did merrily spent
How little did I then know
Life turns on a dime
My room is now not as it was
When I closed the door
Behind me
My room now is a prison
But not how one would invision
It is one of sorrow and grief
Sadness burns into the bare walls
I catch my breath
And weep
Why did thou'st doth betray?
The room which once embraced me
I ask with riddled heart
Jagged and torn
Which wicked riddles have I thus sought?
I sit still
I am now my room
No dreams as once before
I age before my open door
In my room long ago
I sat merrily in my loving abode
Loving hands did hold me
All gone
My room and myself
Now one
Two thrust to be together
Forever
Alone