Mother’s Day

by Frank Hubeny

Gaia really wasn’t there
the way my mother was.
The full moon of the night or dawn
were never heartbeats I’d count on
the way my mother’s was.

Written for Linda Kruschke’s Paint Chip challenge for Mother’s Day.

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