My Family Was Happy
you take it for granted as a kid.
I'm only eight, or maybe nine or ten
My brother's only four or five or six.
It's only four fifteen AM and dark;
Another year, our longest driving trip.
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My daddy drives, my mom sits next to him.
My brother and myself are fake asleep.
Like every year, they get McDonalds first;
The lovely fragrance floods the little jeep.
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New Jersey waits to welcome us back home.
We cannot wait to make sweet memories.
Our shoes come off; we're safe and snuggled down.
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.
About the Creator
Danielle Gargano
26
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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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