Mother Dearest
Dear Mother,
I look in the mirror and I almost see you
I tap the reflection
The water ripples and I am standing
Soaking wet
I only dry my eyes
I look at pictures and I only see you
I smile back at your face
You never stop smiling
You can frown when I talk to you
Don’t wait until I look away
I look in my past and I hardly see you
I dig through memories
I manage to uproot flowers
Only the weeds are left
I plant seeds but it will never rain again
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