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gold

a poem

By Asha AnandPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
gold
Photo by Sharon McCutcheon on Unsplash

Gold courage in glasses from last night

Glow and gently remind me I'm not the golden child

Not with my gold knees, sitting on the bathroom floor

reflecting words I wish I hadn't said to her.

Gold coins the offering you leave in silver plates

At altars laid by father's father's father all those days ago and

lo, behold--my mother lays her golden hair

down the chair

All I can do is stare

And wonder where the golden days disappeared

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