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Friday, December 28, 2012

Mother’s Love

"Hugging the black stone
she prays to a personal saint
hoping for a sign, a message of
love and hope from beyond."
Home from the office, she sits with
Phone pressed firmly to her head;
she says, “Mom do you love me?
Do you approve of what I did?”

Because each day is a chance,
each conversation an opportunity,
for the one who should love her
to let love shine through.

Cancer took the old woman slowly.
Wrinkled hand held firmly to her cheek
she says, “Mom do you love me?
Do you approve of what I did?”

Because each day is a chance,
each remaining moment an opportunity,
for the one who should love her
to let love shine through.

Hugging the black stone
she prays to a personal saint
hoping for a sign, a message of
love and hope from beyond.

Because each day is a chance
and every memory an occasion
for the one who should have loved her
to inflict posthumous pain.

She says, “Mom do you love me?
Do you approve of what I did?”
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The Collected Chaff, v. 1.0
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