12 Degrees & Skiving

what began as year-long challenge has become perpetual until further notice

NaPoWriMo • 13 April • The Clock / l’Orologio

my grandmother’s clock stopped
at the moment you left, like it was
your hour to take and always was going to be

I chose not to see you in death when
my mother cried and my father remarked
how small you seemed

~ ~ ~

l’orologio di mia nonna ha fermato
in quel momento che andavi, come se fosse
la tua ora di prendere, e sempre sarebbe stato così

ho scelto di non vederti in morte, quando
mia madre piangeva e mio padre commentava
quanto piccolo sembravi


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