adjust
my stance, hands on hips.
pulling tight
at the belt.
i take a deep breath,
and
decide which words
to say.
keeping
them vague, keeping
them
reluctantly kind.
i'm trying so hard to
go another way.
i finally blurt out,
despite who she was,
and how she behaved.
she was a good mother
some of the time.
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