THE WORSE DAY OF MY LIFE

It might surprise you;

it wasn’t the day my father died,

although that was a terrible day,

Nor the days of 1971 or 1994,

though those were frightening events,

the first earthquakes we experienced,

and it wasn’t the passing of my mother

for that had been happening for years,

a little piece of memory at a time

and it wasn’t the death of my sister

in 2004,

for hers was a release from agonizing pain

No, it was the day I learned my marriage

of 26 years was a lie, a sham, as I

watched it crumble Into ashes.

In retrospect, it was probably the

best day of my life, but I didn’t know it

at the time.

 

Sandra Lee Smith/August 2009

 

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