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I was always in that ambulance with youand I always held your hand
and you were always thirteen and self conscious
As we drove back home from the hospital
and everything was alright
and you were coming back with us
It was always and ever so and I was
always my mother's daughter and
my daughter's mother and so very mortal
And all the strands run together and
they twist and turn with burning pain
and sweet laughter and it was always this
Poetry by Åsa Andersson
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Written on 2015-07-30 at 06:17
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