A Reminder From A Son-in-law To His Mother-in-law

be kind to me
fake mama, do not say
words unkind
as i also leave words
sharp as mongol pencil
in my study table

to your harsh questions
i do not answer and to your answers
to my pleadings
i do not make any reply

this is the best arrangement of the furniture
behind it is the closed door and to that door knob
is the lost key.

there is the window glass
a little bit frosty
i see your face and body and in vagueness
you also see me
on those cold early mornings
when the leaves still own the dew
when the birds are still asleep

take note
we all become interesting.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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