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Like Any Other Day
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Emotional Pain & Sadness Seems days,
'set aside' as 'special'
are merely slashes through
my calendar.
Each passes,
uneventful
and common.
Birthdays,
milestones,
anniversaries
and even Mother's Day,
are no more than
passing markers
of time's
forward movement.
Its hard being happy
on such occassions,
when it seems you have been,
one again,
forgotten...
or thought of as
not important enough
for its recognition.
Today, like all days
that have slipped by me,
is nothing more
than just another day.
Like any other day before.
