Prompt 7
(A letter to myself from someone)
I see you took your own path
Don’t be startled!
Yes, I am from the grave
You have grown up and time has flown
You’ve got spirit, I never did own
Yet, my old weak weary bone
Wishes time would stop, I had a clone
You listened not to fears,
Not bowed before lies
Fought your way through tears
Broken all foolish ties
Son, I’m proud. You weren’t like me
But a wounded fly, fluttering free
I like how we don’t know who the bonded ancestor is until there is a hint at the end, ‘son….’ and yet we still dont really know – mother, father, elder. But it doesnt matter in the end – the ancestor shows their pride in the author.
Thank you so much.❤️