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#331

 

Your mother’s tears

Stain your cotton shirt

Trailing down

To rest

At

The

Bottom where

Your heart has

Fallen.

 

#347

 

It was my job

To look after her.

And yet,

I failed her,

Horrendously.

 

#388

 

Soon,

You know,

You won’t be

Welcome

Here

Anymore.

 

 

Copyright © 2017 Rebecca Sherratt

Check out the rest of my ‘Painting By Numbers’ series in my poetry tag!

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