the sweet rhymes my mother sang to me

long gone

coat my tongue

~

I must have been soft clay as a child

~

It’s a comfort since

 in the long and long

I have learned

that it’s in the telling

and then the listening

that memories become songs

that live on

in the living

~

here they are

singing in my bones

every morning

these songs

~

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