A Mother's Love

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A Mother's Love

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She is sleeping, and if you listen
you can almost hear her breathe.
The nurse sits her up in bed.
She winks one eye open and I feed her a spoonful of stuffing and gravy.

With brown eyes she smiles, and the smile lasts me the whole day—
more than seventy-seven years,
more than one week in a hospital bed, more than a generation,

more than the love a mother can show.



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