Maternal Matters

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Looking

Like you gave

You really took

The hook of who

You never was

I needed you

To be and still

I grieve

Can you

Conceive

This need in me

I think not

Or believe

In second chances

All your glance

Is for your

Mirror only

Picturing perfection

You were blind

Before and still

Can’t see what’s

There before

Your face

Won’t trace

The meaning in the sand

When you

Yourself

Are longing for a hand

To write your name

 

©K Barr

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