when your mother
cooked
she
groaned,
she sighed,
each meal
giving birth
again
to her seven
chidren.
she stood at
the stove,
sweat on her
brow.
happy
in her exhaustion,
waiting
for the food
to disappear
before
she sat down.
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
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