her mom’s very old
she calls her
hoping the guilt will die
not her mother
the sun rises without reason in one moment
and sets without remorse in the next
sooner or later we all end
as suddenly as we began
Poetic Alchemist
Poetry by Don Iannone
her mom’s very old
she calls her
hoping the guilt will die
not her mother
the sun rises without reason in one moment
and sets without remorse in the next
sooner or later we all end
as suddenly as we began
Yes.