Reflection
By Zarah Parker
These feet beg, quite secretly,
to stay, to wait, to not move anymore.
But the legs lengthen,
the face begins to mature,
jokes become understood,
and everything simply continues.
Though still there is no
turn around,
words exchanged,
and it only leaves us growing,
in age,
but apart.
So very powerful and relatable
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Thanks, I appreciate it 🙂
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This is so beautiful. ❤
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Thank you so much!
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Elegant sufficiency of prose.
Mind you, I read “in age” as “of age” the first time around, and thought: heh, yep, and I do get the jokes now. 😉
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Well, Thank you!!
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Poignant and lovely.
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Thank you!
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Great poem, love the line breaks. Very elegant.
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Thanks 😊
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