Sad Salad Sandwich

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By Lisa Rodriguez

Sad salad sandwich between slices of time childhood's freedom and adolescence recalled more fondly than deserved now that I'm on this side of the cheese, and the crustiness of elder ages chafes me when I turn and all that's left to life is but the heel. Listen to me whine! Like sixteen I still can pout lamenting over injustice dealt me, putting music to it Still, as I celebrate my stubborn immaturity a song from the 80's the not so long ago 80's comes on and reminds me of things I didn't do and things I did. And I realize what my mother and my grandparents have known for years-- that I'll never ever never ever be that young again. The breakfast club has disbanded relaxing after dinner, the kids in bed the lamplight dim, the volume turned down low... enjoying peace. embracing calm. Oh, my God..... how sad! by Lisa Rodriguez 1997

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