Teenagers
by Pat Mora
by Pat Mora
One day they disappear
into their rooms.
Doors and lips shut
and we become strangers
in our own home.
into their rooms.
Doors and lips shut
and we become strangers
in our own home.
I pace the hall, hear
whispers,
a code I knew but can't remember,
mouthed by mouths I taught to speak.
a code I knew but can't remember,
mouthed by mouths I taught to speak.
Years later the door
opens.
I see faces I once held,
open as sunflowers in my hands. I see
familiar skin now stretched on long bodies
that move past me
glowing almost like pearls.
I see faces I once held,
open as sunflowers in my hands. I see
familiar skin now stretched on long bodies
that move past me
glowing almost like pearls.
3 comments:
Beautiful. Although it is hard to see the beauty of it all when you are right in the middle of it! Thanks for sharing.
I am so scared of this time already. :)
This makes me want to cry. It is happening right before our eyes.
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