Memorare
Not a Poem
For My Mother
By Gail Vida Hamburg
“Soft steady
flame
of mustard gold,
you reside
where my third eye folds,
burning
away
dross and shards,
lighting all the dreaded paths.”
Copyright Gail Vida Hamburg
By Gail Vida Hamburg
“Soft steady
flame
of mustard gold,
you reside
where my third eye folds,
burning
away
dross and shards,
lighting all the dreaded paths.”
Copyright Gail Vida Hamburg
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