Mother

When summer came
It felt like we didn't know

How to contain to our excitement
She lay in a hammock

Reading a magazine
There was always a sense

This couldn't go on for forever
I haven't seen her face in while

But our fingers tap
Apparently that is time

Her fingers smell so beautiful
First smell of fag-musk

She wasn't sick then
When I was in her breast

It's good and pure
And I feel safe

I think she did too

She closes her eyes
I open mine
That is time.



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Writer(s): Grant Foster
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