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POEM: 80

80

I turned seven in 1980
and if someone had told me
but of course no one could have
I realize now they were much too busy
trying to grab hold of their own whirling chaos
in 1980, for example, my mom turned 30
nine years younger than I am right now
twice married once divorced
with a baby and a small boy
it took years for me to understand
there would never be a moment of closure
a moment when it would all become clear when
every sin every error every slight would
be absolved in a rush of salty tears
rather we would just go on
until we stopped
which we have
dead

21 March 2013
Auburn AL

Published in Auburn Family My poems Poem-A-Day 2013 Poetry

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