
camaraderie
1976
hunched on a hard chair
in an airless room,
I cupped my head
in my hands and wept
to save his life
they would saw
through his breastbone,
his chest as small
as my open hand—
stop his heart,
rebuild the inside
staple him shut
a presence beside me
her hand a mere moth
dusting my arm
she murmured,
here—for you
offering a fresh-lit
Marlboro bearing
her kiss of lipstick
I accepted the gift
glancing up, four
others—all mothers,
waited
us, too, one said
Such a Raven Beauty of the Mother you are!
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Awwww. Wasn’t he a cutie?
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So powerful, Skye❤️
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Thanks, Lanettey! Powerful to write it, too.
Love,
Skye
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You blew my heart open with this one – and the photo – those eyes, those angel bow lips. Oh honey, “a thing for fools this love. A holy thing this love”
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Thanks, Kay. Raven was a gorgeous child. Where does your quote come from??
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Very powerful
Mothering
Us too
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Thank you. Strange, when this memory popped up, just out of the blue.
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thank you. Is this Linda Merryman?
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