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Disneyworld bound

from my car seat in a silver chevy station wagon
I look at Grammy
in the dusty grey morning
she trembles
holds her hand to her mouth and weeps
I say to my protective father
"why is Gram crying?"
as we drive out of my grandparents lives again
"they are tears of joy, Danny" my dad replies
"tears of joy"

12 Jan 11

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A poignant moment captured dramatically. I've never been myself (that was supposed to be a poetic moment captured emphatically via unclear antecedant). Thank you!!
 — unknown

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