my mama’s baby

my mama had a baby in the spring of ’68
she holds the baby in her heart, so close, her heart could break
i laugh and prattle on the phone, i hide all the ordeals
i never, never tell her all the pain that baby feels
the baby that she cuddled in the spring of ’68

November 14th, 5:05pm

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