Four Seasons of My Life:
~ Soren
Spring
is here.
The
love flourishes throughout the house.
Warmth
spreads like butter on toast.
The
passion my parents share is a sprinkler; helping to grow something beautiful.
The
ravishing red roses in our garden have reached their full magnificence.
What
will the summer bring to my life?
Summer
is here.
The disgruntled
season has brutally thrown hot sticky air into my life.
Tempers
are high like the temperature.
My
parents are clouds; drifting farther and farther apart.
Our
roses have been moved into a container in the kitchen for preservation.
I
long for the fall.
Autumn
is here.
Hostile
winds cruelly chase all the love from our home.
The
love is hidden deep inside a cold chasm, never to be found.
My
parents avoid each other like cars about to crash.
The
rose petals fall like the leaves falling outside our window.
I dread the winter.
Winter
is here.
The
snow covering the house is like a white lie.
The
rose petals are long gone from the stem, they mimic the leaves.
Angry
voices attack each other spitefully.
I
hear the door slam and sounds of my mother crying.
The
year is over.
Where
is dad?
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