Expectation (poem)

Expectation (poem)

Each letter is a log and
the wood pile’s stacked high now
I see them standing
in the future
Handing off the blazing torch
to start this fiery ritual

I’ve lit candles
on my kids’ birthday cakes
I’ve struck the match
to kindle fire in the fireplace
I’ve roasted marshmallows outdoors
on a pointed stick

And children are expected
to light their parents’ death-bed

 

 © prasanta 2/2017

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