Mothers – duncancleary

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The fight inside me –
Where, who, do I get that from ~
My Mother chose me.

My old Corgi bus –

Withstood immense punishment ~

Saved for me by Mom.

Three weeks late you were –
Long hair and long nails ~ all set –
Pretend no more, Son.

Callas played loudly –
The daughter, singing along ~
The mother, smiling.

May is Mary’s month –
She brings peace, through the ages ~
Bible and Quaran.