There are so many layers to this poem, Ruhi. The mingling of past and present, of age and youth, of innocence and experience. I recalled my granddaughter painting my nails. That's when we talked about life. Mostly hers but sometimes, mine. I saw myself in your poem. Well done!
Written by Dennett
I was always a writer but lived in a bookkeeper’s body before I found Medium and broke free — well, almost. Working to work less and write more.