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Day 9: Mother

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Hold her palms long enough,
and they’ll tell you tales
of the labor she’s had
bringing you up,


Stare at her long enough,
and you’ll see the love
etched inside her pupil,


The wisdom braided
within her greying hair,
The unspoken fear
that you might one day
outgrow your need for her care,


Sit on her bedroom floor
when in despair and feel
the prayers that rent the air,
Prayers she’s been offering
for you since the day
she beheld your face,


Slip under her covers
Like you did as a little kid,
Listen to the tears she’s
hidden inside her pillows,
The dreams that are
caught between her sheets,


Dreams she had to bury
so that yours could see the light

Love & Blessings

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