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Middle Age Mommies
Stiff at first
Just a little
Dry
Like a flower
In the sun at 4pm
The leaves
Soft
Wilted
At the edges
But soft
Like a peach
That’s been dropped
On the kitchen floor
Tears at the spot
Sweet and cool
Where it hit the tile
An embrace
That can take away
Every wound
The world has ever given
Just a little
Dry
Like a flower
In the sun at 4pm
The leaves
Soft
Wilted
At the edges
But soft
Like a peach
That’s been dropped
On the kitchen floor
Tears at the spot
Sweet and cool
Where it hit the tile
An embrace
That can take away
Every wound
The world has ever given
Published 7th Mar 2021
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Mommies
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7th Mar 2021 10:31pm
I feel like I have physically touched the essence of this poem with my fingers.
7th Mar 2021 11:15pm
8th Mar 2021 00:43am
It's great to see you back around, Shannon! And with such a stellar offering too!
8th Mar 2021 11:58am
You’re very kind. Thk you. It’s been a dry season. Hope you’ve been well.
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8th Mar 2021 12:01pm
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8th Mar 2021 4:53pm
I’m somewhat at a loss of what to say to that...your beautiful words. I find most things of true beauty very rarely get there without a good deal of pain; the only thing that comes out of the womb is a fool, and the sacrifice that mothers make is unparalleled and generally unappreciated by society. Hail Mary, full of grace
