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Dear Mother
I walk through the world you
Worried it would be
Harsh and desolate and leaking love
By the day
Perhaps even by the hour
With every metaphorical white flag risen
Every car packed and not returning
I watch as we make mistakes you
Worried we would make
Forgetful and selfish and mistrusting
Getting lost
Seeking your warmth in every inch of snowfall
I'm sorry we couldn't ease your heart
Or put your racing mind to rest
Or let you feel one moment of triumph
I'm sorry we couldn't win the war you
Worried we'd have to fight