From the Ashes
Mother enters the room with a broom
her ears ringing.
Father screams:
"you did not just say that filthy word!"
I did, I said it,
yet not at all knowing what was what.
The C word was in my six year old mouth -
it is still there.
It has transmuted, it is a Phoenix
that ever redefines
the nature of fire.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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