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Mom

Her voice caught when I called her “Mom”
just like I figured that it might
It had been some time since she'd heard that
term of endearment despite
I once fathered her grandchildren
long ago; once upon a time
Before her daughter burned bridges
and taught our kids that I am slime
Written by herry_the_poet (Christopher Herald)
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