On Becoming A Daughter - 03/06/20A Poem by Domfor mum's birthday // on becoming a mother - 18/10/97Water, warm and lathered, flowing slowly down my scalp from a cup that runneth over with love - unconditional; ruthless; mother's love. Barrel rolls on beaches - I stand guard on the sand while you float further out to sea, unsinkable. There's such kindness in your strength. You're so significant.
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