Friday 20 January 2023

My parents are running out of time

 My parents are running out of time

like the flowers that wilt after water no longer strengthens their stems

the way their petals droop

and the leaves curl up on themselves

daffodils and peonies wilt and fall

whilst roses stay as their petals fall one by one

My parents are running out of time.

I never knew distance could be as great as it is now



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