Those Ripe Guavas - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

do not be sad today

when you wake up
open your window first
and see
those ripe guavas
hanging on the branch
of that tree
that your mother
once planted
in front of the house...

it is only when you remember (mother)
that you begin to forget (misery) ...

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 8, 2011

Poem Edited: Sunday, May 8, 2011

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