You said
You’d always love me
Until
My father asked
“ When did my kids get older than me?”
Dad’s in denial
Home of minimalism
A sip of fennel tea w honey
I can breathe
Darkening evenings
Melancholy over loss of summer
And Grandmother’s gone too
You said
You’d always love me
Until
My father asked
“ When did my kids get older than me?”
Dad’s in denial
Home of minimalism
A sip of fennel tea w honey
I can breathe
Darkening evenings
Melancholy over loss of summer
And Grandmother’s gone too
I just love the haiku about darkening evening, loss of summer. And Grandmother — who I imagined comforting, warm, all embracing like a soft summer day. A lovely poem.