My Family Was Happy
you take it for granted as a kid.
By Danielle GarganoPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
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I'm only eight, or maybe nine or ten
My brother's only four or five or six
It's dark still, only four fifteen AM,
Our long and annual July road trip
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My daddy drives, my mom sits next to him.
My brother and myself fake fall asleep
They always get McDonalds to begin;
The lovely fragrance floods the little jeep
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New Jersey waits, our luggage strapped above
The car doors lock, my favorite memory
Our shoes come off; we're safe and snuggled up
The highway's roar so soft, we enter sleep
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I'm drifting more with each small orange sun.
Yes, I remember we were happy, once.
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Danielle Gargano
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love God. love people.
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grow through what you go through
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medical assistant
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cat mom
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severe empath
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musician
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imperfect, life-long Jesus lover
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