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My mother is

a broken child

Her vision blurred

by unwiped tears

I thought they might

Evaporate

But love is warm

and it's too late



My mother knits

with Yarn of Yearning

Covered up with

Could Have Been

Knot so young

and yet much older

that I think

I've ever

seen



Knocking Knees

and yellow bruises

I'm too slow and

Eye

can't see....