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

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