Written for:  The Twiglets #317 - smothering years


Golden years 
smother the dreams
of where and who
you thought you would be.


Her mother–in the name of love–
smothered her early years
with fear of childhood
sports, games, and animals.
Grown now, her phobias rule.


water rises
above the spring heads
of lotus blossoms


         The building he lived in for years
        was smothered in odor-causing tears.
               A neighbor in 2A
           cooked cabbage every day.
 When they moved out, even grout was scrubbed front and rear.

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