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Mother I

Frail joints – Memories – Raw inside Tears stored up – Wrapped in paper And put inside drawers – like squirrels nuts Hidden bounty – midst winters chill Oh my Mother Deaths consoling hand On your shoulder Leading you to rest Each visit sees a new mask But never, never The familiar one I once knew No return No way Back home.

Mother I  

Frail joints – Memories – Raw inside Tears stored up – Wrapped in paper And put inside drawers – like squirrels nuts Hidden bounty – midst w...

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