Mar 27, 2019

'Oh, my - the faces of my parents'

Oh, my - the faces of my parents;
My father, so stern, his face at once
Both angry and disappointed.
And my mother, looking so sad.
Both of them in the ground now
For so very long. And me?
I love them and I reject them.
Here, it is morning, a new day,
And wild finches are on my patio.
I choose to be happy.
I choose to be present, here.

27 Mar 2019

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