A Mother's Intuition
I’ve always been able to understand.
Even though my thoughts were gritty like sand.
And the sand would storm but never settle.
And my emotions would sting like nettles.
My voice was a soft puff that would eventually turn into nothingness.
“I think I went wrong,” my mom would confess.
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