Italian
Mother
Memories
that stir triggered by a picture
Time
travel eliciting emotions and feelings
Never
complete happiness when it’s long ago
For
reality dictates accuracy not ego
But
there’re no tears for time dries
Instead
there’s nostalgic torment
It always
visits in horrible dated rose tinted glasses
So it
makes me laugh as I think of Elton John in high heels and those large sun specs
I look in
the mirror and see lines
The
pathway of ages that signals time
The gift
of age is the past trod
But it
kisses with soft lips while smacking you upside the head
Then
strong black coffee and back to the present
It’s
never advisable to linger without intent
We’re
made for the future which is now
Don’t
believe there’s a holy cow
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