i christen my child

as she warbles words


eating mine in mid-flow,

blinking away apprehension

in casually caustic, daughterly confidence-over

affection eternal.

too used, is she

to the shade

of maternal fondness,

unthinking, instinctive

and irritatingly forgetful

of faults, filial?

darling, i’ve been shedding leaves

for a while now

and it’ll snow soon.

i want you

to take care,

pause and take note

of matters- what.

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4 Responses to (i’m)Patience

  1. Silversound7 says:

    Wow, I loved this. A universal discussion between two generations.

  2. Balchan says:

    How true. Even if you seldom the the word “daughter” by the word, “son”.

    And how seldom, do we remember. Until it is too late. And then, after it is too late, we never forget.

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