moustached man pulling weeds in my
family tree.
oh, but we share the same palms
that dig in the dirt;
the same feet that can walk us
to the same place
while our hearts and minds are switched;
the same eyes that see different futures.
clean yourself up now and stop laughing
because if you just ask to
enter my home
i may let you.
I like the imagery of this poem Samantha. I can see myself flipping through Photo albums and seeing Uknown or unmet family members. well Done.
ReplyDeletethanks so much!
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