Mother, why do you smile all the time?
No one ever does, she says, so I do.
Your hug smells of love and nursery rhymes
And eyes that sparkle of cold morning brew.
Tell me the stories as you hold my face
Like a porcelain thing about to break.
Teach me the world through words and our bookcase
Recount my childhood jests til my cheeks ache.
You now must crane your neck to look at me
Wrinkles and bills form but we haven't changed.
I speak of jobs, you speak of the cold sea.
We buy birthday cakes but we haven’t aged.
I’ll buy you a house near the sea, Mother
And we can watch our life with each other.
Author Notes: //shakespearean sonnet//
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