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Mother

she sits
in a blue-mid, red-tipped,
“pansies,” on the chest shirt,
half-crying, half-CRYing
over the Mother, her daughter,
being so paternal, a knack
for the dramatic, and seeing
my confusion, a light introduction
of when she was the mother, her
Mother the child, grown, she
smiles, recalling the freedom, hers.

such sweet apron of the sky,
perceptioning

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