a poem
i offer you my forgiveness.
though you did not ask,
i offer it, still.
one day,
when you have
faded into a memory,
my grandchild will
thank me for forgiving you.
a poem
i offer you my forgiveness.
though you did not ask,
i offer it, still.
one day,
when you have
faded into a memory,
my grandchild will
thank me for forgiving you.
the nighttime musings of a poetess. in the daylight i sew things and play at production design. ig @zariarashay youtube: zariarashay