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The smell of warm concrete and chlorine, the summer used to hold me hostage. There was an oversized rectangular concrete slab children climbed upon to tug and pull at their sticky bathing suits, while watching themselves in an equally large reflective piece of cloudy glass hanging on the wall. When it was time to go, I remember her naked body inside the local pool’s changing room. I remember thinking to myself, I’ll never look like that. Those dimples on her thighs and sagging breasts, never me. My mother was always thin and heathy looking, but the tatters of an aging body that had birthed two children, my youthful ignorance could see plainly. Her hands were rough from working and playing in the dirt. When I held them jocosely in mine I could see where the skin began to show lines feeling the unforgiving cracks. I did not like this, and told myself, never me. I got to have those thoughts, but never a conversation with her. And now I wonder, or maybe I assume my daughters are thinking the same things…
DoRee MelNic 
Nice. A different format for you.
I never thought it would happen, but when I look in the mirror, I see my dad’s face…
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Isn’t it funny how that happens…kind of cozy there, huh?
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I do miss him so… He passed last year. Definitely larger than life…
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It is a feeling like no other, one we will always sit with when it stops by.
And I bet, after reading you, when you said larger than life, you have a lot of your dad in you ♥️
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I wish I did…
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I feel the same way, but sometimes I wonder if I’m missing the little things that might be there because I want the whole thing.
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Talking to you…10/13/20
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The smell of warm concrete and chlorine, the #summer used to hold me #hostage.
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Happy to see you here! Are you just tweeting nowadays? Miss seeing your posts on WP. Hope all is as well as can be expected, and maybe even a little better ♥️♥️♥️
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Thank you, dear Doree. Its is a pleasure to read and share you precious poetry, thoughts and feelings. Yes, mostly i read and share the bloggers’ posts, when i feel a bit better. It keeps me somehow active and i like it. I hope you ‘re doing fine, dear.
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So good to hear. I think about you often, and am happy that you are feeling a bit better at times. Warm hugs.
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