The long shaft of the
pool stick hits the hard red ball-
It falls in the hole.
I stand straight, cracking
my back as I look over
to my dimly lit
desk. Papers are stacked,
ready to be edited
and stitched up to sell.
I sigh, yearning for
anything other than the
surrounding silence.
I slip down the stairs,
the sound of children filling
the full second floor.
I grin at the sound
of the children’s soft laughter
and my heart fills with
warmth. I turn the knob,
looking at my daughters and
holding them gently.
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