This Christmas Time

Poem by Rhea Agrawal

Jan 15, 2023

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Time is fleeting.
Slipping away from my hands,
like water in my makeshift cup
which my sister drank from.
Dirty water, dirty hands.
At least her throat was 
no longer parched.
At least I could say
my hands heated the water
a little bit.

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