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
My First Grandchild Has A Birthday
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Here's a boy on his sixteenth birthday getting his first pedicure with his
mother and his grandmother. This may not be exactly what most sixteen year
ol...
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