Laughter departed,
Or died a slow death.
We weren’t sure which.
You asked why we didn’t dance
When we dusted anymore,
As we did when I taught you to do
The washing machine.
But we were told it was “nasty”
And I “ought not” teach you that.
Plus, we played “that
Jungle and Mexican music too loud.”
So, our hips and feet stilled.
Then you dusted no more,
And I couldn’t blame you.
Fun stopped breathing.
No paramedics needed.
We survived.
Forgetting the joy
of everyday.
Wonderful! I can relate.
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Thank you!
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Welcome!
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So poignant! I’ve nominated you for a Sunshine Blogger Award! 🙂 https://iwriteher.com/2019/10/21/sunshine-blogger-award-3/
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Thank you
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You’re welcome! 🙂
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