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She asked her daughter to write a poem

for me, about me,

to show her talent off;

she couldn't then, so I read

her poem about her mother for

mother's day

and something else



She danced with me

in the kitchen, in the morning

both with her feet and eyes

somewhat fencing, somewhat sharing,

as we played the game

of do you like me

and something else



She wanted for attention

which didn't arrive,

and understanding

which went elsewhere,

and so found a retort in the morning sprung

from her head

and then by way of a quick torn apology said

“I'm vicious in the mornings”,

and something else



She found herself conspired against

by age by size by clumsiness

and self deprecation

ultimately by comparison

and so somehow conspired to fulfil herself

all the prophecies she so wished were not around

and made the spectacle of

herself she both wished

and dreaded

and something else



She said:

I wish it were that simple;

I should have said

I wish tomorrow did not leer so intently

from my longings

to hold

to care

and be comforted in comforting



but in this cadent litany of parentheses

that are the moments of our

passing

lives



I took her at her word



that's all.