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I can being seven years old
Having goldfish that circuled in a bowl
I would the forest burn
and listen to the wind
I the table, the drapes, and the window
The brown everything: decoration, styling
of all, I can remember my mother smiling
Worn out and faded, my was scrappy
More than anything she us to be happy
Little to eat and and forth to the hospital
She was right, it's better to be if possible
But the old man was under and was weak
And continued to beat us several times a
He lived like a king even though we were poor
I tried to be and careful what I wished for
My outside ached, my inside
The leather belt had replaced his tongue
Not how to run or how
to hit the
A white fence was built
a pit of snakes
Both a and frightening,
the thunder and the
were the sounds and sights
of a fights
My mother, the fish, staging eternal
Charades and parades, for the inferno
Wanting to be happy, beaten all the
Asking me always: "Why don't you smile?"
And she'd me how to do it,
mother and
It was the smile I ever saw in my life
It hurt worse death but for her sake I tried
And one day all of goldfish died
Hurricane, fire, out of control
Eyes open, on the water in the bowl
And when my came home,
he through the door
And those fish to the cat
on the kitchen
And the died too and I was still a child
And the of us watched as my mother smiled