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In The Backyard, Lies It My Dead Mother

In the backyard of my house, lies she
My mother
Burnt to coals and ashes,
Clay and dust.

I can still the remains
Of hers,
But the mother is not.

Saturday, May 9, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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