<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355785" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Almost-Daughter, my Nearly-was Son</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Those overtime nights in the ice factory, eyeing gauges, greasing gears: that's one thing. And the hours of clarinet lessons.<br>All that rain that blathered on the patio, leaves<br>lifting and twisting, a demented semaphore. I hired myself<br>to crack that code, kept busy not conceiving you. I peopled<br>the past, got safely sad about that. I hammered together<br>a hut in the back of my brain to crawl inside and rest<br>from the labor of making it. My almost-daughter, my nearly-was son,<br>I was frugal, I made you wait till you grew<br>into the idea of waiting. See? These words hurt no one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Chris+Forhan">Chris Forhan</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355785" data-title="My Almost-Daughter, my Nearly-was Son de Chris Forhan" data-description="Those overtime nights in the ice factory, eyeing gauges, greasing gears: that's one thing. And the hours of clarinet lessons. All that rain that blathered on the patio, leaves lifting and twisting, a demented semaphore. I hired myself to crack tha..."></div> </div> </div>

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