Where do i begin
Unwilling to look within
Or is it 'unable'?
I remember my Dad saying,
Angie go set the table
For your mother...
Looking back at her reflection
I vividly hear my past
Causing introspection
Disappointed
I bypass the rejection
Of swinging on the porch
And doing just as i may
By the way
What did Father say? ?
Like breaking a mirror
shiny sharp shards rain
painstakingly
moving nearer
Not close enuff to inflict pain
only Shattering memories
So few of which remain...
by Angie♡Hart
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