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My mother's poems

My mother cut her own life short and left three little girls behind. We know very little of her. These poems are precious to me.

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She Believes, an unexpected poem

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Of course it was a witch we outsmarted in the woods, not some feeble, senile neighbor.

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Day after day he winds blackberry vines around paperbacks, doorknobs, French fries, shoes—everything he can touch.

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