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A memory of my mother.

Shadows

At midnight the storm picked up.

El Niño winds keeping me wide awake.

My mother

pulling my sister and I out of bed

to play in the black summer air.

We used the scattered branches as timber daggers

to fight our mother’s demons

shaped like shadows.

Pale skin shining in the August moonlight

we danced as the wind blew hair into our eyes

We tried to distract her from the incoming sunrise

hoping that would be enough to keep her.

I used to think my mother would always show me

the magic of the universe.

But twigs don’t stand a chance to monsters.

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