Wednesday, May 4, 2011

A Mother's Song

I can still see the sage hills
and I know it pleases her

I have her eyes, you know
and what she lost,

a pain under the ribs
that doubles you over

She sings in the early morning
and I like her disguise,

with the jaunty sparrows
that captured her flight

And I have all this, everyday
and she does it for me

and of course, my brother and sister,
she is there now lifting our father

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