Mamá


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When my dad was closer to death than to us, he’d call out for his mom. His sickness made him weary.

One slow breath in and a single syllable out: amá

Gentle on the tongue, bitter in the lungs.

I never asked him why he cried out for her but I think it was because we want, so greedily, to somehow squeeze into a fetal position and remain in our mother’s heart for as long we can.

Carved deep, sewn slowly.

Nestled deep in her chest, near her neck, closer to the clavicle.
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Keith Simmonds · ago
A desperate cry for maternal love and support in this short and dramatic story ! Please visit your message box for more details !
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Amanda Gutierrez · ago
you're right! thank you, have a great day!
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Keith Simmonds · ago
My thanks, too, and have a pleasant day!