you were gunpowder
and i was a flame
we came together
and there were sparks
fireworks
an eruption
an explosion
which you decided
was too loud
too bright
too much
for you
YOU ARE READING
Letters to My Daughter
PoetryDear daughter, Now that you're old enough, I've decided to gift you my collection of poems. You're in your teens now and I remember how difficult that time was for me, how difficult it is for all young girls. I hope when you read through my experien...
