Smooth yet durable skin, built to last decades
Oh, dear dependable daughter, like a trusty leather bag.
Carrying the weight of their prognosis, yet you have the cure,
The antidote to hollowness was at the bottom of your bag;
That sunny disposition you've carried since your youth.
Your imperishable lovingkindness
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Jessica Flayser
I'm a native New Yorker and retired fashionista. My novel "Beach, City, Villages" is available everywhere.
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There's something about 80's rock 'n roll that can get anyone feeling nostalgic. As Jouney's "Don't Stop Believing" plays in the distance, sudden feelings of affection grow in me as I remember the "old New York"; $2.25 metro card fare and salted pretzels in Central Park. But the opening lyrics couldn't be further from anything in my memory bank. Growing up in the heart of Manhattan is about the furthest thing from a small-town girl that one can imagine. With Lincoln Center just a frisbee throw away, boredom is hard to achieve and novelty is just a classroom away.
By Jessica Flayser12 months ago in The Swamp
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Aww so heartfelt. Love your poem.