the light through Poppy’s
window on the pale green
walls and the low
rocking chair my
mother was rocked in
during fevers and sore
throats. The lace curtains.
The screen patched with
screen.
Seeing
the light through Poppy’s
window on the pale green
walls and the low
rocking chair my
mother was rocked in
during fevers and sore
throats. The lace curtains.
The screen patched with
screen.
ruffdraft 
Poem and image so beautiful I could cry.
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