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when i walk into the kitchen
The morning birds greet me
as the blinds peek sunrise through the windows…
the blinds?
where are the blinds?
I prepare her tea, just as she likes it
watching the water boil over in temper
stirring the pot of macaroni on the stove
plating for a family of 5, neatly set out
Five?
one, two, three,four….
I stir the pot
i grind the leaves
i pour the tea
the water settles
Dad, the water settled
the blinds are gone
One, two,three…
Four.
Dad.
Dad?
About the Creator
D.D
an aspiring rap artist who does poetry because im cool like that
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