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Anything for love today
my memory of yesterday, a tiny brook from a stream that leads to a pond pale blue, where we played childish games with Dad sun tanning on the bank, trying to teach me swimming games. Never to be afraid or panic like today, Dad wiping away our tears of failure in a memory of mom with a lover, Dad pleading on his cell phone - "Maggie! What about Caryn she’s only seven years old, If it is me, why punish her so sadly weeping why?” When I see my dad crying anything for love tomorrow I hold his hands to calm him, can we skip down to the pond before the ducks fly away again, like mom to another day, yesterday a broken dream shattered in my mind. My Dad is all I need to live a new life, the safest place from evil thoughts in memory of the sad divorce, no need for lonely nights in thoughts of anger, crying on my pillow praying for mercy. There in the sky a vision of angels twinkling like stars, brightly burning a light shining a new life for me, no need to dream of failure seeing the family of ducks diving, gliding landing softly there by my side.
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