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This poem has been published in How to  Build a Better Mousetrap: Recollections and Reflections of a  Family Caregiver.

 

A Secret Sadness

 

I fight to keep from crying.
“Push it back, way back,” I tell myself.
Melissa’s eight-year-old cries of delight
mingle with the chatter of her playmates,
the smell of tacos.

Bill suffered a stroke that paralyzed his left side.
Will he ever walk again?

I paste a smile on my face, admire Melissa’s presents.
How can I be happy?

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