October 27, 2006

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    Winter approaches


    and I can hear my mother calling to my younger self


    “dress warmly, for I love you”


     I can feel her soft, veined hands as she drapes me in the scarf,


    and I am small, still thin-boned and loose limbed.



    My mother is only a phone call away now


     yet I can feel the pull of age on her as she drifts 


    and I cannot follow for I have babes of my own to bundle.


    I can feel the wind shift and I pull them closer to me,


    for I love them and want them to stay warm.


     


     


     


     

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