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Her happily-ever-after dream
was not a palace, gowns or pearls.
She saw a simple garden gate,
a fireplace, white curtain swirls;
a home with laughter, warm and fresh,
where children learned and parents spoke
with tenderness. For just a while,
she held her dream. But then it broke.
She clings to fragments that remain,
stares back along a battered trail
and signs she recognized too late.
She must erase the fairy tale;
her focus now is to protect
her children, teach them how to fly.
She has no soft-swirled dreams to give --
just love that lives in every sigh.
05/24/02
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