Mother
Mother is mum, mostly
She speaks softly,
smiles like a smitten cat
She doesn’t say ‘I love you’
Some nights, she knits
A finger sleeve
Some evenings, she bakes
Her thirty third attempt
Some mornings, she crafts
A bookmark
She gifts and slips away
To bake, knit, and craft some more
She speaks softly,
smiles like a smitten cat
She doesn’t say ‘I love you’
Some nights, she knits
A finger sleeve
Some evenings, she bakes
Her thirty third attempt
Some mornings, she crafts
A bookmark
She gifts and slips away
To bake, knit, and craft some more
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