cultured rural upbringing

poem

You allowed unspoken desires to talk to themselves

whispered in your sleep realisations, unremembered.

Where unturned pages met dust, trees fell.

You often considered hell and heaven.

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You have a father who was there but rarely present.

A mother gave you emotional intelligence, and an elegance

mirrored in the way she held a smoke to pursed lips.

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