As the clock of age ticked and toked viciously,
wrinkles and gloominess were all that I've seen
on my mother dearest's face which hints with laces
of hearing of places her two feet had never been.
She spoke of her own mother dearest
whose voice has always been calm and rosy,
when she eagerly asked her how life feels to her
to which she faintly cheered, "it feels nice and cozy!"
In a moment's notice, what felt like a heartbeat
the realisation of which had dawned on me,
that we're desperately waiting around for something
as though there's a sight we've yet to see,
had been cut off by my little child's eyes
who glimmered in excitement at mine that felt dozy,
"Mommy, mommy! How does it feel to be this old?"
"It feels nice and...." I felt my smile slip away, "...cozy."
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Escapril - A Collection Of Written Poetry
PoetryIn times of nothing but panic and existential crises, one can only do that which they truly desire. I desire nothing but serenity with a ting of freshly brewed coffee, that which I find in reading underrated works and writing ones of my own. Record...
