Father is
The strength of the tea he drinks-
He shrinks with age, but it is not evaporation.
I call it distilling.
Mother is
The rain burrowed deep –
Giving life, stripping away the moss that covers the truth of my world.
Inescapable. I cannot live without her.
Brother is
The boy who breaks my heart
More than the one who has my heart.
Come home, be done with your wicked games.
Let your pulse calm as we drink strong tea,
And listen to the rain.
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 6:21 PM UTC
Father is
The strength of the tea he drinks-
He shrinks with age, but it is not evaporation.
I call it distilling.
Mother is
The rain burrowed deep –
Giving life, stripping away the moss that covers the truth of my world.
Inescapable. I cannot live without her.
Brother is
The boy who breaks my heart
More than the one who has my heart.
Come home, be done with your wicked games.
Let your pulse calm as we drink strong tea,
And listen to the rain.
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