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Lament for My Mother

The growing dismay
Of a wearying day
No more for her.

Through ancient release
In softest peace
Without a stir

She Stays. She stays!
I count the ways
She's lost to me.

Then turn my head
And cry instead

Too quietly.

-Sada Applebaum

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