1983

my mother died that year
only in her
fifties
I suppose I’ve dwelled on this
with words in
verse
before

maybe last year
to
think about each year

not in acrostic
too real
and I’m not clever
when
she
was young
that is
in her fifties

cancer took her
diagnosed too late

n.b.

so cherish

love on Earth
what there is to love of Earth

love one
and if possible
love more

c l couch


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