Suprises Dont Respect the Season

Surprises don’t respect the season The wind blows laughter off the face of her cheeks The flavor of her deeds take a U-turn Wholes of regrets crowd the surface of her smiles Children demand time With real parentage for continuation in unkind ways The house falls apart and lives shame of ever being spawned from it Attempts to iron out the twisted nature of affairs Lead to untrained interpretations She seems fine but has got a sour inside Neighbors take a page to turn while she maintains For the path she travels through seems rocky And tarred with ungratefulness