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Kiddos.

 

Children, pulling breaks the bone

as must be done to wish your life

from mine, flesh is without prevarication

even through the shape of your own

fingers, toes, and cheeks

these wounds are wings growing

our disagreements, protective feathers forming

we mothers are born with extra hips

and rebel, hand me down bones

though you fear the push and pull

the breakage is for one that returns

to ground and tree

from majestic flight 



© Tammy L Mezera 2015 

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