Shallow Measures

Didn’t have to say it –
read between the lines,
the “and you too”
as an afterthought

pathetic attempt to
cover truth – ugly
I was, unlike sisters
whose beauty raved

Only in flashbacks,
time gifting objectivity
do I see it wasn’t true –
depth shines through.

(Image from personal collection.)

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

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      1. My mother was just the opposite. She pushed me to go into modeling and she pushed me to go to college. Both my mother and my father pushed me to get a job. I’m very grateful to them for pushing me into the right direction. I got married at 23 and divorced at 30, and very thankful I had a job because I was self-supporting.

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