Mother - Poem by Barbara Talman
We thought he was the strong one.
Locking doors, emotions with keys
he was hiding.
Now she stands alone without him.
Muscles evolved by the long distance
she has leaned into a life of loneliness;
never having a man again.
In nights, where drunk on just one drink,
she says she never uttered a mean word.
Asking for forgiveness for sins never committed
but one-having more strength than him.
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