Mother To Child by Carol Lynn Pearson
Look --
Your little fist
Fits mine
Like the pit
In a plum.
One day
And one size,
These two hands will
Clasp companionably.
Help me, child
Forgive me
When I fail you.
I'm your mother,
True,
But in the end
Merely an older equal
Doing her faltering best
For a dear
Small friend.
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