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When You Blow Out the Candles the Lights Go Out
by Lisa Marie Brodsky
Happy Birthday, pumpkin.
Youre twenty- something
years old. Im so proud of you,
even if we are going through
a rough patch
and you say you dont want to see me
for a while.
But I can handle that, sweetheart.
You are your own woman
and now I can just sneak in the bathroom
for a smoke, not hiding it.
Ill just keep your present
right here, safe with me,
loved, nurtured
until you decide
its time to see the ol man.
and if not,
I could always use the cash.
02/05/2005 Author's Note: my god, this IS my father channeling through me...
Posted on 02/05/2005
Copyright © 2026 Lisa Marie Brodsky
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