I became mother to my mother’s memories
Keeper of the things she never told me
Reading between the lines
She never read to me
Lives only hinted at
Deep covered in her history
Holding them close I
Hear her cry
Why she lashed out at mostly,
I
The generations of misery
Hunger and need
As I understand now her
Emotional greed
I became mother to my
Mother’s memories
As I kiss them goodnight
So tenderly.
Etched forever
A part of me.
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