Family can be close and far away at the same time

My mother puts jam on her toast

and my dad sits in the living room

staring at his phone

Parents love in their own way

and I share my dreams with them

“Dad, I want to be a writer. I’ve wanted this since middle school.”

and my dad listens, injecting his own opinions into the conversation

“Well, you got sidetracked with those movies you’ve been watching.”

My mother pulls my poetry apart

and my dad walks away

I know I’ll miss them when they’re gone

When we search for what we want

we miss what we will one day lose

and I know they love me

and I’ll miss their love.

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