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the last winter with my mother
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In September my mother fried apples
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It is December now
 2
and she cannot move her legs
 3
 
 
In October, my mother made sweet potato pies
 4
It is December now and the moments between us
 5
are unfamiliar
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Conversation left before we could say goodbye.
 7
 
 
January is silent
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and so are we.
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Conversation has returned but refuses to enter the house
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I watch him lean against a tree in the snow-covered yard
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I want to ask my mother about him but i wouldn't
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understand her answer
 13
I close the blinds
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and return to my mother's room to listen to her breathe as she sleeps
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26 Jan 07


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