Mother's Song
I caught my mother's song, a piece
of yearning twisted with woolly bits of love,
and deftly put it in the narrow neck
of a memory jar that broadened
into highways to all songs she'd ever sung.
And when I need to sleep
all I have to do is uncork the wispy jar:
mother's song envelops me
like a snug hammock.
Sleep is not long in coming.
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