This is Not My Life
A warm “hello” and kiss goodnight
bright eyes, sweet lips
a scurry of activities, part of the pack
cooking, eating, laughing, telling stories
family connection
broken times
high times
silent, I feel
dreams, dances, sweet kisses on my head
enticing me
to a life imagined
but not mine
waking up alone
wondering why
wondering where it all went
lingering tears remind me
of my reality
a quiet mix
real and imagined
angst and despair
love and hope
strength and tender frailty of my heart
is this my life?
Saturday Soul 
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