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Another beautiful Sunday with Nana
I’m sitting with her in silence
Her tiny living space,
filled with knick-knacks obligated
She didn’t want to spoil anyone’s feelings.
I wonder when she started
to believe that thought.
Nana rocks in her pink lazy boy
hands folded on her plump belly
her feet barely sweeping the
I smile a she hums with joy.
Our Stillness is broken
the high pitch ring tone echoed
Nana skips up from her chair
almost grumbles something
Who’s calling on a Sunday?
The interruption was for me
I figure its mom informing the time
they would be here to pick me up
To my surprise
It was my first boyfriend
worried from our last talk
I too didn’t want to hurt his feelings
displaying my knick-knack of love
I to choose the path of being nice
for the sake of it