Mallow And Mauve Poem by Priya Yanambaka
Mallow And Mauve
When I was a child,
My father scribbled lies,
On houses that we painted blue,
And preached us anger and felony,
To fight with our mothers decency,
Of sharing and borrowing,
Of smiling and deceiving,
The truths of her entranced love,
That named us Mallow and Mauve.
Friday, February 26, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: dreams,family,life,truth
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