It's Still Life

It's Proverbial

Time decides 
		what's short,  
		what's 
		long.  When 
my mother passed, her time was a thin river.
There was no trembling. No transient sigh.
		She is a ghost 
		of a smile now. Her words 
drops of light, happy as the moon, and 
before my very eyes the windows fogged.
		Fall seven times, 
		rise up eight, she'd say,  
so we lit candles for kindness, and then lit 
another one for her memory. It's proverbial. 

Korean proverbs interlaced with poetry. AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #amwriting @midjourney