i am many things,
mother, daughter, wife
with a secret happiness
that belongs to me and to no one else
it makes me smile in the middle of the day
it brings me back to this journal for the first time in years.
this little secret in me
makes me a child again.
even if the status quo and other facts remain.
when i spoke of the general
what i wanted to ask was this,
will you miss me when we’re gone?
will you remember this
what i hide and keep inside my skin of you