[to my mother]
breaking off pieces of the stars, she tried not to cry.
and this is for you, and half of it, for your sister.
and the night sky entirely, evening's shadows glistening after
quiet rains and letters written on snow.
oh melt into the heart we cried in turn.
oh do not leave.
she smiled and vanished into the remainder.
and this is the distance between sigh and sigh.
the reason for poetry.
mary angela douglas 2 august 2014
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