Locks of Love

I worry my mother.
I have this temper that
hides beneath my calm.
It simmers and steams
then boils when I’m wrong.

I worry my mother
with a temper like my father’s.
But, I hope she knows
that when I throw a fit
and slam the door,
I never choose to lock it.
Nov. 12th, 2016

14 thoughts on “Locks of Love”

  1. Roberttow says:

    Hej, jeg ønskede at kende din pris.

  2. Roberttow says:

    Hi, roeddwn i eisiau gwybod eich pris.

  3. Roberttow says:

    Ողջույն, ես ուզում էի իմանալ ձեր գինը.

  4. Roberttow says:

    Salut, ech wollt Äre Präis wëssen.

  5. Roberttow says:

    Γεια σου, ήθελα να μάθω την τιμή σας.

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