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I cannot imagine a lot

would change. If you had

stayed in suburban midwest

taking the children to a

primordial shopping mall.

Saturday cocktails with others

who also had a ranch style

home or one with stairs

that faced the front door. 

Maybe you help to guide the

school board or have a

role in voting or zoning. 

I cannot imagine that your

husband there would change.

Professional and quiet, does

it keep the balance or border

on despair.  Maybe at the club

you joined, they’d serve each

whiskey in a small carafe. 

You’d try your hand at modern

jewelry or pots you learned

in art class.  I cannot imagine

you would change.  You had

a role and kept it going.  No

matter what was held in store.

No matter what the neighbors

thought or how the latest

trend went forth.  You do what

you must do driven by

your own grace, or guilt and

do not lose your hope

in good, your father saw before.

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[. serah .]

-- wow... i haven't had the privilege of reading such a heartfelt portrait in a long time... and i did pause to wonder when i read "...does it keep the balance or border on despair." ... sometimes i think i don't strive for a perfect balance because it might lead me to despair... perhaps there's something in the monotony of it that makes me think so...