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Mama Mada
that had promised to come by
"come here" she said "I'll teach you
a poem: I see the moon
the moon sees me
god bless the moon
and god bless me"
I taught it to my son
who recited it for her
just to say we must learn
to bear the pleasures
as we have borne the pains
Nursery Rhyme
by And rew Sclater
Don’t talk to Mother, she is feeding your brother.
Don’t talk to Mother, or else she will smother you.
Don’t talk to Father, either. You are NOT to bother
Father– he is at work. Run along. Stop lurking now DO
what I say. DON’T answer back. Put on your shoe.
There are places I know for children like you…
Stop making faces. Get out.
Do up your laces. Wipe your snout.
Legacy
by Olivia Daw so n
He leaves a threadbare rug
laid out for me like an invitation.
Cold stubble under my toes
I feel the patterns mapped out by his feet
and step into them like snowshoes
to carry me over the deepest drifts.
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