"Always remember"
My father said.
"To be stubborn in your beliefs,
And flexible in your pride."
His fingers laced together around his coffee, then apart again, in a repeating motion.
"Accept when you're wrong and be humble when you're right. Then you will watch in wonder as your own intelligence and love fills your mind beyond imagination."
And with that, he stood up from the swinging bench on our front porch and returned to the house. I heard the metallic clang of the screen door shutting behind him as I continued to gaze upon the white scene before me, both my coffee and my eyelashes covered in snowflakes.
-a.
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Love, Loss, and Lilies
PoetryA collection of poems for the broken-hearted, the ones in love, and those who need a little more in life.
