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Mother's Day Card
You quietly sign the mother’s day card
and write, “Thank you for your gifts to me.”
We place it on her pillow and then
I choose to unwrap myself in the dim light
of her room, a handmade gift from my mother.
It must be startling to you I think while watching
your eyes wash down my breasts and linger below.
I am my own person as you are
and so we’ll decide in these few
moments the cast members and plots
for the next scenes in our lives.
The acts to follow might be unsure to us
but they can be imagined.
Our hesitation is not of fear.
Mother will return, but there is time.
We wait and watch in our wish to
live a few moments with this
divine sense of anticipation.
and write, “Thank you for your gifts to me.”
We place it on her pillow and then
I choose to unwrap myself in the dim light
of her room, a handmade gift from my mother.
It must be startling to you I think while watching
your eyes wash down my breasts and linger below.
I am my own person as you are
and so we’ll decide in these few
moments the cast members and plots
for the next scenes in our lives.
The acts to follow might be unsure to us
but they can be imagined.
Our hesitation is not of fear.
Mother will return, but there is time.
We wait and watch in our wish to
live a few moments with this
divine sense of anticipation.
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