oh mothers
when he was born,
crying,
slippery with birth
warm on your chest
feeling your heartbeat
did you think he would grow up
to stand on a corner
in dirty clothes
reeking of Richards
at 9 in the morning?
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I am most happy when trying to create something of interest when writing. I started writing in my 50’s and have a few pieces published in Medusa’s Kitchen.
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