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a poem for my son

mother’s day

when you were born
my days
were suddenly full
of trees and apples
of hope
and the machinations of terror

I conceived of space

my world became
the size of a seed
pointed and round
no intruders
a harvest of possibility
only sorrow that I could imagine

my world became
a growing diamond
in your eyes

I conceived of love
I became home

One idea at the right time could change everything.
Thank You !

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