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Dear
by
Louise M. Hart
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Mother…
You personify the best and worst of the universe
You bore me naked
Then you covered me up
You believed my existence serendipitous
But I ran out of luck
You nurtured a seed
That bloomed into a weed
Refusing to grow up
For I disavowed a blossoming exterior
In order to feel nearer to you
Than to myself
Mother…
You filled my tears with laughter
My smiles belied a must
To master the unacceptable disaster
Of my uninvited, hidden desires
Thus, I inhaled the air like a choking mist
My life shortened by each deadly hiss
Of lung penetration
Mother…
I like your soul, but not your hair
I eat Mum’s, because I know you care
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Tread Softly
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Invention of my Mother
Who lifts me up
I am nearer to death
Than to love
She will always be more than a memory
Who beckons my mind to follow
Its creative streams
Of metaphorical rivers and symbolic seas
Oceanic under mental foot
Spread beneath passing readers’
Psychical feet
Like Yeats’ immersive, but desiccated dreams
Another day over
A milestone nearer
I cry myself younger
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