From another where, another when....
It was from another time, another place, another us.We were there, you and I, and you were pregnant - looking like there was a beach ball stuffed up under your sundress. Probably a boy in that case.
You were 25 maybe, and beautiful, radient even, dressed in a pretty orange and yellow dress. I was younger than I am, putting a propriatary hand on that beach ball.
We were visiting your parents. Your mom and dad together, your dad with an arm over your mom's shoulder. No divorce in this place. We all talked happily, they pleased at the thought of their first grandchild.
That's all I was fortunate enough to see. A glimpse of another path...
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