Thursday, September 05, 2013

Milk Toast

more lost than found eventually catches up
I need to change my tone in spite of liking
everything the way it is too late for all that

mothers come back at the strangest times
I start to think everything goes right back
to what you had to deal with at the start

God knows mine was benign made me love
being sick though I seldom was she was so
sweet gave me a little bell brought milk toast

other mothers more difficult best friends
contending with strictness limits coldness
I knew how lucky I was a dangerous idea

otherwise entirely over an empty memory
uncomforted I acknowledge earlier time
gone for good yet ruling my very nature

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