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I see you sit in patchwork sun
From clouds that mute the earth Wind spilling on the rippling grass To tease your chin with mirth I see you in the furrowed frown Of earth's abundant beds Your fingers sifting diligent For tiny acorn heads I see you planted, lioness, Among the weeds and woods Red-cheeked, somber, pondering Our house, our gold, our goods All with a quiet innocent stare Of fawn amid the trees All with the solemnly hushed air Of female reveries All with the smallness of a bird With dirt-stained hands and feet Squatting silent in our lawn Watching your brother eat.
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MaryWife to my best friend. Mama to a gregarious 3yo boy, a determined 18mo daughter, a darling baby boy due in late July, and a miscarried child we gave back to God. (photos are from Unsplash unless I note they're mine :)
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