Being PresentA Poem by embeddedPushing my personal boundaries as a writer. Playing with formatting and all that jazz. I appreciate critique! (For my mother. And every mother)mother, here is
your scarf, the one i took to mexico i know i said i lost it
and i wasn't lying at the time mother, here are
your earrings, sapphires i wore them traveling under layers of
dust & unwashed hair, just in case mother, here is
a necklace, i don't know if it is yours i think it belonged to
your mother, maybe mother, here are
your mittens, i think they're lovely but i wrapped my plants in
them last night, it was that cold mother, here are
my fingernails, my heart, my tongue, a moment that does not
feel like you birthed me mother, here, i
give you back everything © 2010 embeddedAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on October 14, 2010 Last Updated on October 16, 2010 AuthorembeddedMAAboutI am a lady who lives in a lovely house with gigantic old windows and lots of plants. I have more books than bookcases. I like to make art. I'm an anthropology student but poetry is my foremost pa.. more..Writing
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