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she’s a sweet old golden
grandmother in an embroidered jacket,
all pale blond pigtails and plush mouth
plumped for kisses.
teacher of all things
celestial and falling.
she’s the penny you saved,
the drop of water earned.
the thumbprint of some
bandit, stealing sky.
the momentum of a star,
and the drag of it.
a seventh sister,
shining;
that sixteenth candle,
still lit.
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My Shawna made me a wordlist. This is what it wanted to be.
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Wow. That is a whole lot cooler than what I did with the list! (Not shocking, I know.)
I love the idea of the moon being my mother and grandmother rolled into one. What a beautiful way to remember and connect with family no longer with you.
I love the second couplet and the closing. If anyone could make me feel birthday special and young, it was my mommy.
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Wow. Your pen is ON FIRE! Perfection….love the “stealing sky”…….love it all…..