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Vanilla love

In this poem I continue to imagine the embodiment of parental love. It is an extension of my previous short poem (a Haiku) called Parental Bone-Weariness.

Vanilla Love

I call you daughter,

You call me father,

What is the matter? 

You want perfection!

You make us happy,

Even when messy,

Love of ours forever.

I hope to write a few more verses over the next while šŸ™‚


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