K. K.

I wish I had my mother’s patience,
Or perhaps her kindness.
But all I have is my father’s nose and his tendency to mistake wounds with memories.
So I’m sorry I spoke without thought, and I’m sorry I know for certain it will happen again.

© K.K.
February 2024

  • Author: K. K. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 22nd, 2024 08:11
  • Comment from author about the poem: It has been over a year since I’ve published a poem, yet here I am again, pouring my heart’s secrets, to strangers who could not care less.
  • Category: Reflection
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  • Nubianpoet

    Not true, we do care, well some of US.
    Cliques are hard to break.🌹😉

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