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Patricia

taking your legacy  
along with the hook
of a crochet needle
 
weaving wool
and wisdom --
the tools of survival
 
you clothed me
when I was born
in sweaters and hats
 
and baby blankets
stained with life:
vomit, excrement, saliva
 
my mother told me
as you laid dying
you were so cold
 
I should have made you a blanket.  
 
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