Jenifer

“a child and an elder sat across from each other at a table
a cup of milk and tea before them
the elder asked the child
if she was enjoying her life
the child answered yes
life was good but
she couldn't wait to grow up
and do grown-up things
then the child asked the elder the same question
he too said life was good
but he'd give anything to go back to an age
where moving and dreaming were still possibilities
they both took a sip from their cups
but the child's milk had curdled
the elder's tea had grown bitter
there were tears running from their eyes
the day you have everything
i hope you remember
when you had nothing”
― Rupi Kaur, The Sun and Her Flowers