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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4680 Registered: 11-1998 |
Poem of the Week Common Bond Erin L. Ives (Cleo) For two years she's been here, smiling at me (a disenchanted daughter) -- and still, she ends up with salt water sighs and helpless condolences just like mine. She's got that rock bottom look and I don't know how to tell her that she'll wrestle wishbones and bargain with nose-diving needles that never sleep. Together, we sit on the fatherless side of the room, whispering about identity while waiting for one of those palisade moments to chase away the obvious with good news. I know the difference between spilling sadness and standing in it, but I've had two years to dissect that sentence -- she'll offer an olive branch when reveries and resentment lapse into reality. Maybe someday she'll ask me if anniversaries chip away at limits or slice into sensible tempos, and I'll try not to swallow the truth. |
