mother
Have you’ve ever stood
before a congregation
savaged by grief
claws down their spines
sobbing in their hymnals
and laid down on that coffin lid
your token lily of devotion?
If pity,
for whom?
Poetry by Katarina Wikholm
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Written on 2012-03-24 at 20:46
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