Not sure if I should tell youParents die
so as to make it easier to love them.
Itís a kind of gift, unwanted certainly,
But even so, a gift.
Once dead, they can no longer be annoying,
And parents are annoying, arenít they.
Always wanting to tell you things about their years of painful experience,
Hoping and praying that you donít make the same mistakes they made.
Which of course you donít.
You just make other mistakes.
Poetry by Andrew Bindon
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Written on 2020-08-14 at 23:31
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