is precious like silver
under a blanket
of stars
day's brightness
downsized to cloudy
and gray,
high above a coastal village.
Son's report card showers
earned praise,
husband's codfish-catch
something else.
Now she lays
in the silence,
her man snoring
after a meal of loving,
son in the next room
wrapped in childhood dreams
counts her blessings
she does, family
a castle of expectations.
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