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Saturday, August 22, 2015

DREAMING

My step-father
on his fourth wife
would grab my mom
and waltz her
around the kitchen.

 He'd sing to Mom,
"I don't know why
I love you like I do,"

 My sister and I
would join the singing,
"I don't know why,
 I just do."

 All the while
we'd dream of stars
in their eyes
and the happy ending.

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3 comments:

  1. Linda A.August 23, 2015 at 9:47 AM

    So sweet! I'm glad you girls joined in on the singing! So happy that's one of your fond memories.

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    1. JoyAugust 27, 2015 at 8:06 AM

      Ah, Linda. I'm glad you read this one as a happy poem. This was a dream that didn't come true.

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    2. Linda A.August 31, 2015 at 2:44 PM

      Sorry to hear that Joy. You know how to make lemonade no matter what.

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