A Twisted Family Tree Poem by Not Long Left

A Twisted Family Tree



After an hour
of Silence
she Gestures
to me that
she wants
to talk,
at that moment
I realise
I have
married my
Mother.

Sitting down
opposite
her I see
a reflection of
myself
face
solemn and frowning
It is at that moment
I realise
I have become
my
Father.

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