“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Saturday, September 19, 2015
Parental Guidance Not Suggested
My grandmother told me
smoking leads to
heroin
I asked if that's how Wonder Woman got her strength.
She told me, women don't do the saving.
My grandfather used to say
you must make time,
for killing time,
since time flies, times a wastin', times are a changin',
and time heals
all of the time.
My mother said she wouldn't leave
the house without
her face on.
I asked if she lost her mask.
She told me there are no second impressions.
My stepfather warned me not to follow
in his footsteps.
They left no impressions
anyway he was right.
My father, I met once.
He said he wasn't sorry.
I never asked, I said.
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