Flashes.. 

If you’re  dead or alive,  

I may never know. I’ve never known. 

What is the colour of your hair? 

Do you have a gap tooth like I do? 

Did I get my brown eyes from you? 

So much I want to ask. 

Like why’d you leave? 

Why didn’t you leave a picture? 

They said you left when I was three.

Was I something that wouldn’t let you be free? 

When I try to remember, all I see are flashes,

Blurred lines of colour in my minds vision. 

I do not know if they are figments of my imagination. 

Why didn’t you leave a picture? 

Can I call you mother? 

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6 Comments Add yours

  1. Nehl con says:

    Peace
    I comment my reserve

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  2. Hmm. #deep 🙏🏾👌🏾

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Beautiful love.
    Beautiful.

    Like

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