Notice of absence from DeadRose
Time travelling. Will be around sporadically.
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Time travelling. Will be around sporadically.
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Somewhere under all this cloth
is still a little child, who loves
the stars, arts, and dancing.
All she wanted was to attend
the father-daughter dance with someone
special. But he's never here at the right moment
when times were rough, tough, and when
Mother was particularly sad
she was the one who hugged her tight.
All she wanted was to dance. Do you know?
She now abhors the action of it. so, the passage
of time and lack of presence destroys love.
please come back and raise your other kids.
they too, love to dance. they love the stars
they find the little things oh so fascinating.
Little sisters of mine.
For I taught them something
I could never learn to love again.
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Comments3
This is sad in that what was needed was never attained. Well done
Thank you for the read, I appreciate your comments always
You are most welcome
If you can time travel there are other worlds - even limiting your exploration to the present.
However you make a clear examination of the damage a family of origin can do with some telling lines.
That is true, but I mostly time travel in my own mind, since its difficult to travel anywhere due to my family situation. thank you for the analysis and read
Your feet are more firmly attached to the present than your initial stance led me to believe. Thanks for the clarification.
Heartbreaking and genuine.
Well done, Katie
Thank you, I appreciate the read and comment.
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