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mother daughter poem

often is it not so?
the light withdrawn
perhaps it is no matter that you died
when i was a boy at college
there is no flock, however watched and tended
melancholy days have come
i loathed you
this ancient silver bowl of mine
though i am little as all little things
and still they walked on

 



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