I saw a woman at the bookstore today
having coffee with her young daughter
far too young
to know what was ahead of her
what mountains she would climb and fall upon.
The woman had coffee with her young daughter
the same daughter
that began attempting to have a conversation with her mother
oh so innocently
as her mother sat
unbothered
scrolling through her pointless instagram feed
troubling herself with photos of other peoples' beautiful lives
when she was too busy to notice
the most beautiful life of all
right in front of her.
-C.D.
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Poetry#44 in Poetry [4-5-17] Join me on my journey of self-discovery, my lows & my highs. I hope that I leave you feeling better. I hope that I have made you feel less lonely. This is me. This is 18 years of exploring my creativity, soul, passion, and lov...
