Wounded Sigh
my mother is strong
and she cries
every day is one away
from the first destruction.
my father is weak
and he dies
each year spent in search
for the end.
I am the junction
and I sigh
with the struggle to know
the power of the present.
Copyright © Thea Williams | Year Posted 2024
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