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Apr 2011
I once lived in a house of endless laughter
Where giggles would tumble like blocks
Dresses would twirl and ponytails fly
Smiles on their faces would give me a high

But that is all water now under a bridge
For I am alone now where only silence lives
Bouncing from wall to wall, nothingness exists
I look at the empty room and ball up my fists

Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday rolls by
A blur of endless work hours to make the time fly
Then finally, it is Thursday, and the time is near
The silence from the walls I can no longer hear

It is my day to shine, when the girls will come
Work to school then finally home
Time ceases to exist as the giggling tumbles again
They will leave me soon, but Iā€™m content until then

Thursday to Sunday every other week
All other moments, nothing but bleak
I live for the days when they brighten my walls
Killing the silence, breaking my falls

I can see in their faces
When they think Iā€™m not looking
The tears in their eyes
For the dad they are missing
Priya Patel
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Priya Patel  Texas
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