Dearest Mother

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Negotiating Life,

Exquisitely perverse.

Ask a butterfly.

Wiped away our tears,

Choking back words of cotton

Holding hands with mom.

Crying in the rain

Inside a bubble we made,

Shiny cold black steel.

She’d won at marbles,

Last night she held her Rockwell,

To remind her when.

Then she was no more,

We’d known each other too well,

The last time it rained.

When you’re almost done

Lights are brighter colors glow

Mistletoe will know.

Hiding from the light

Death slouches mean under clouds

Never shows his face.

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