They said we never quarreled;
little disagreements were unimportant...
they were wrong.
We said we were a quiet family,
content with fireside, never restless...
we were withering.
He said he had a fine sense of humor
and I didn't; always "teasing"...
he was insecure.
He said not to worry;
always macho, it couldn't happen to him...
I said I thought that independence
was the only true security...
I am not lonely.
Maggie Jack Sinram hails from Chula Vista, California, where she paints as well as poetizes.
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