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Dear Mom,
As always, you are truly right
The world has lost sight
Of what truly matters—
Genuine human connection, kindness..
Indeed, we've all become disconnected
From not only each other but nature itself.
Like a shadow cast upon a wet painting
The future is losing, present gaining.
I noticed, the race is always on
It's not where we stumble, but where we're bound.
I've seen the straw, her flare is gone
Her words, once solace, now a machine gun.
As you wisely imparted
Look not where you fall, but where you tripped
My ship was wrecked, my heart was stripped
Stripped of true emotions, left with hate.
True —time, like the tide, waits for none
In mere months after you're gone, I've transitioned
The man you foresaw, weathering storms
Now glimpses the shore, a new future reborn.
Copyright ©
Hakim Fuhad Mansaray
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