The paradox of sorrow

Often I think on
If Time had dealt
a different hand,
A life in which
My mother still stands.
But then I ponder
That with her breath,
My story would be
Unfamiliar,
Unknown to me.

4 thoughts on “The paradox of sorrow

  1. I love your poem Melissa, and I love that you are honest about your sorrow. I often feel the same way about my life. We should talk more about this. Hugs, Friend

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