02:00p.m Mother’s unsaid farewell

Like waitress she served the tables for her married brother’s friends,

not changing dirty dress and not washing hands,

like Cinderella she run errands a big family (and all guests)

that hardy oversaw the exit under unrest.

In the late phase of wedding her mum was standing in the door

with empty look silently saying “farewell” and no more;

the children treated always like hungry pups

now turned into barking dogs who packed their rugs.

 

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