Mother
The morning of my life is reflected in the day. The Summer of your life is mirrored in my happiness. Hand in hand we stride, colossal and yet insignificant; these memories lift me still. By the crashing sea our conversations never dwindle, I’m young but this love couldn’t be stronger. Among the pebbles of the shore I know you’ll guard me from the glass of last night’s fights, you will be my rock when I conflict with future foes. So new is the day that the streets are yawning, my little coat billows. Heart to heart we stand as you try to keep me warm, my ice cold hands, and my young head. We are one, as before. Each fall is cancelled by the gravity you exert. Each tear is swept away by the wind and the sea envelopes it, dust to dust.
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Banal- fantastical
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Synopsis
A recent piece, written about my mother and I when she would drop me to play school (my happiest memory).
It also shows, by the manner in which it was written, how our relationship has changed.
Published In
Myspace.com
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