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Saturday, August 22, 2015


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.


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

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

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