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The Mother 


 
 
It’s never goes away, 
the callus where my pencil
presses against my knuckle,
a subtle bump from decades
of scribbling words on blank
pages. I like it, this bump born
of friction, of holding, some
small testament to all 
those patient hours 
of wondering what might 
emerge. If the heart could
grow a callus from loving, 
there would be a soft bump
that began even before you 
were born, a tribute to all 
those hours of holding you 
and feeling the rub as I change, 
as you change, years 
of patiently watching
the glorious script of your
life appear on the blank
pages of the years, 
these years that 
have molded me
into the shape 
of devotion.

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