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A Mother’s Day
Is up and down,
Wrangled around
A heart. Profound
Doesn’t cover it,
Nothing does.
A mother’s day
Dawns and frays,
Up and down,
Nonrecovered,
My dead Mother’s
Day, does nothing.
Anymore, dead is dead,
Even on mother’s day,
Seems to me,
My Mother’s gone.
Away..
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
5/13/12 © Copyright
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