Monday, November 30, 2015

Love your mother while she is here

Mother, October 22

By Margery Hannah

The mourning for a mother sounds
Like cow horns like
The one we had in the backyard
Growing up was free and repressed like
That moan, it is a moan
From my soul to your soul
Our dance our
Tango if you will
We did not converse in those last days
I spoke you

Maybe listened


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