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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=527915" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>No Happy Endings</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=527915" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">There are no happy endings, <br>Auntie said. Her words tasted <br>like bitter lemons in the mouth, <br>causing imaginary ulcers that </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=527915" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">stung when ever words came out. <br>It was the way she said it, as if <br>she’d discovered some mystery <br>of the universe and hammered it </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=527915" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">like brass. People meet, they have <br>kids and then after a while they die <br>and that’s it, she’d say, giving you a <br>look, clearing breakfast things away. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=527915" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">To your five year old ears, this seemed <br>like harsh; no mention of an afterlife <br>or heaven or all things will all right in <br>the end God will see to that; her words </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=527915" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">heavy with sadness, leaving an odd taste <br>in the mouth like a fizzy drink gone flat.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Terry+Collett">Terry Collett</a></strong></div>

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