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Poetry

leave

they called it leave

but it was staying

with her

earning my living

by keeping her alive

never knowing when

my break would be

cold coffee

stale bread

no desk but a bed

to lie down

watch her instead

listen to her breathing

catch my breath

before doing it all

over and over

and over again

even less money

for infinite work

if only I’d known

a smile

her laugh

little human happiness

my annual bonus

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by mother.in.motion

words of a newly born mother

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