Tag: mother
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Mrs Dempsey
Speak plain before you, no plans Here because I love my mam I’ll say it with open hands, eyes on palms I gesticulate the psalms She’s open hearted I think I am too, apple never falls farther I’m the child who came after disaster Wild but eventually mild, we have laughter Now but then it…
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Southside Childhood
When I was a kid, we used to jump into a bush We called it the bouncy bush, passing give a push To a pal I get eczema when I stress itches like thrush Skin blotches up one shade off ketchup I scrape away layers like Shliemann’s dynamite until the raw sheens The treasures of…