{Poetry}: Day Three: Your Parents

A Sicilian who had dreams bigger than a house
and sprawling back yard.
A Belgian Pole who expressed emotions in grunts
and short sentences.
A woman who ran away from God, but still finds Him
on a regular basis.
(Who reminds me that mental illness is weakness,
and to offer my suffering up to those who are suffering more.)
A man who rather think in numbers and scales than emotions and feelings.

One: creative and artistic who hides behind pots and pans.
The other: a self-proclaimed hollow man.



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