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Click hereyour mother sent me a photo of you
with your new daughter
sitting on a sofa
in your St. Louis apartment
watching the New York Knicks
I strain to read titles of the books
lined up on the shelf behind you,
trying to steal a glimpse
of who you have become
wondering
how you became anything
without me
this is what I remember you for, the double, sometimes triple ending, it has been years.
this one stung. A touch of anger in this poem. I liked you searching the books to she who he had become... Well done.
jim : )
This was so honest, I gasped! I can really relate to the little story told. Liked it a lot. :)