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Got some pretty things
Got some pretty rings now
Peeled from her dead mum’s pretty fingers
Like she wanted, passed on down the line.
Baby screaming down the hall
until his throat is raw, because he doesn’t want to sleep
His mum doesn’t want to sleep
Just some quiet to remember
Twirling gold between her fingers
cold and useless.


(Craving something more substantial
Than the face that’s framed and flat.) 

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~~ oh... there's so much heart in this poem... that i'm almost in tears... ~~ very beautifully written, my infinitely poetic friend... (william is a sweetheart... he behaves like a poet already)...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we miss our mothers when they are gone...our parents leave us hand-me-downs...but what we really want is to have them back...
not "the face that's framed and flat"

nicely done, mal...

jacob