Memory of a Mother

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Shocked awake

by the clarity of my vision

I struggle

to keep the walls

I have built

stone by heartfelt stone

crumbling

before the crush of

Presence

suspense of half-wake world

holds my mother’s young face,

separated from a wedding photograph

by intent and desire

hair frozen in the only perm

that lasted longer than a week

- she joked

then embrace of memory

outs a lurking tear,

and cold clay recaps.

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