Mother’s Day 2019

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The sun is trying to come out, but it can’t.

Our wishes hang to the trees like hiding children.

Boo. I’m here. But I’m also not.

In the night our hearts beat in unison.

My mind digests your history and nourishes itself.

A future cut short to blend with my own.

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