Another Day
They're like the friends who mean well but always say the wrong thing,
These made-up holidays
Instead of casting the warm glow of a perfect nuclear family,
They shine a glaring spotlight on
Who's not here
What's gone wrong
How it could have been better
Yet, wounds heal, the right people come into our lives and
there is still joy
I want to put up decorations and gather those I love for a party,
When do we celebrate
Chosen Family Day
Caring for Myself Day
Wising Up and Rising Up Day
?
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