Flower Children

Dear mother of mine,
where is the connection?
All the time,
you spent on my line?
All the memories of care lost
in regression.
The time you cost,
to capture my attention.
The watching, the waiting,
the stopping, and hating.
Dear me, dear my,
dear mother of mine.
Seeking the love,
of the first glance you gave.
Watching your glove,
the potatoes you shave.
Go back and run around.
Hear the screen door slam-
shut! As my tiny feet ran
by the love that swung me around.
Dear me, dear my,
dear mother of mine.
Remember your child,
remember the time.

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