The Odyssey of Her

I knew there was a story and how the story goes.

With fragments all so shattered in the land of never knows.

Has no structure or beginnings but it’s all from Dad and Mom.

And steeped in disappointment, she’s banging on that drum.

All bitter with it’s rage behind a mask of smile.

She needed me to listen, I couldn’t spare the while.

I sometimes search my heart, would I repeat this thing I did?

It goes to yes each every time, if only for the kid.Dennis Mantin

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