In the overstuffed chair
I remember how you nestled
into a spiral, my favorite geometry those last nights
before you went away
mornings were always wild
it was how you saw life,
your job my alarm
a bell rung on the farm
where coffee and eggs waited on chores, feed bowls, sparkling water
pretending you and your brother
were not needy
more so, I saw essential meaning
for decades tended others of your kind
who so softly appeared
heartbreakingly departed
a steady stream of maternal gems
Peace and blessings xo, Pat
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