to think that i could make her happy.
i truly
believed
i had the power, the intelligence,
the desire
to find a way
to make her smile
and be happy.
trinkets,
flowers,
attention
and affection,
something had
to ring
the bell of joy in her,
but each
year
showed me how delusional
i was.
she was happiest when
she was
unhappy, a lesson,
hard earned.
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