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

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