Not How It Usta' Been...
Realizing our parents kept growing after we grew up.
By Kim MitchellPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
Photo by Tim Mossholder on Unsplash
Father once told me and my friend
that drawing with pen would poison our skin.
Dad now has more ink than me
and grows his own green,
as mellow today as rigid back then.
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