she had her storms the past few months <br /> <br />her husband <br />sired a baby with another woman <br /> <br />and she cried in all these blunders <br />events she cannot accept at first <br /> <br />the seas will be rough <br />and she will be in a boat where she will find it hard <br />to move and breathe <br /> <br />she sails and she is now back home <br />to her senses <br /> <br />it is her birthday today and my brother-in-law greets her <br />with a kiss and perhaps more promises <br /> <br />she will smile with the guests <br />us and the rest will cheer for her and sing her <br />a birthday song <br /> <br />all along we pretend that we do not know a thing <br />about the storm <br />whether there were those who sank and drowned <br /> <br />and counted as a number <br />a casualty <br /> <br />who wins who loses <br />we cannot count with our fingers the <br />minuses and the pluses <br /> <br />the party goes on with more food, <br />desserts and <br />hard liquor <br /> <br />we pretend all along that we do not know a thing <br />like life <br /> <br />my dear sister, life goes on <br />stick with it, let them those who hurt you <br /> <br />sink and be forgotten <br />the sea is calm you might as well decide to take your <br />happy swim <br /> <br />or just take a dip and wet <br />a part of your lip <br /> <br />see? nothing happened and those that happened <br />have become <br />stories merely not even wanting to be told <br />repeatedly, <br /> <br />we are merry <br />we have decided to be happy.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/300-3/
