Do not rain on my parade
unless it’s with feathers,
or glitter
or golden moon powder
You may not like the floats I created
my choice of marching bands
or the tethered balloons
reaching for the endless sky.
Perhaps the spectators are not to your liking
the cheers from old and young alike
may be too loud for your ears.
If you want to rain on my parade
do not come
But if your heart opens
and your mind changes
I will let you in for free.
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via Stifle
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Carolyn Dennis-Willingham
Carolyn is the author of two published books – No Hill for a Stepper, 2001, and The Last Bordello, 2016. Her third novel, The Moonshine Thicket, is set in 1928 and is currently enduring a professional edit. When not on her laptop, she serves as a lap top for her grandchildren. She is a retired Early Childhood Specialist, a fitness boxer, artist, and a ball thrower for her ever-persistent mini Aussie. In addition to her blogging website, carolyndenniswillingham.com, you may find her on Facebook and Twitter.
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