unhappy is a memory we hide so well
one morning we wake up and forget we ever were
we cling to happy for our survival
cherishing, nurturing, giving
all the care we might offer a house plant
unhappy we hide in the recesses of mind
tucked away, file unfound and almost forgotten
Copyright © 2011 by Eryll Oellermann
I Got Myself Back To The Garden
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Mr. Moon should be home in an hour or so and it's about time. This cat
needs her daddy human. I can't believe we call each other "mama" and daddy"
when...
12 hours ago