A forced grin
a false I’m okay
are all I’ve got
It’s been three years,
three years today
since you left
with me not knowing
not for sure anyway
where you have gone
Heaven or hell
those are the choices
Which did you choose?
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At dVerse Poets Pub today we’re writing Quadrilles with the word “grin.” Because today is the third anniversary of my sister’s untimely death-by-cancer, I knew I wanted to write something about that. Then Bjorn threw me for a loop with the word “grin,” which is generally a happy thing. But sometimes grins aren’t what they appear.