Mother She sat in a chair and smiled, she had no reason to be happy The world had closed around her and become four walls. Movement was just a shadow passing without memory Her hands were small and lay as though at rest. Her shawl hung as if it had been pinned smoothly to remain A fixture. The... Sign in to see full entry.
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