I would stand as a child and watch my mother light candles on Friday nights.
She would close he
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the morning dew,
and spread her arms
in the wind, while
the storm she
survived blew into the
distance
I would stand as a child and watch my mother light candles on Friday nights.
She would close he
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I wedge myself between the Hondas,
Giving up my place to him,
Moving slowly and with help.
Pant
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