om mother's day
i prefer the white
magnolias for you,
mama,
white candles
for the five of
us your
children, and
one candle
with a a black
ribbon still
through all
these years,
we shall never
forget
how you have
loves us all
alone,
the hours despite
and all
those respites
beyond graves and
knaves.
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