The day of her birth
predicated mine
upon that breast
I was weaned
to kindness
giving of self to the point
of exhaustion
and raw courage
some of this richness
almost spoils me so
I temper
like chocolate in a double
boiler
the simmering heat of
life release the flaws
of excess
in a controlled
burn
and (like her)
I serve a table
set to delight
rich
with love

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