father's mother is a machine

Found my

Father’s mother

Is a machine

 

Her plug slipping itself slowly

From socket

 

Power light waning

Technicians push play

Non-responsive

Light dimly blinking

 

Won’t cry for regret

Only smile sincerely

Dust off old memories

Then place again in closet.

Reviews

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~ exceptional imagery... and true wisdom...
~ extremely perceptive poetry, monsieur...