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.

17 thoughts on “Shallow Measures”

      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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