Mother’s Day

My mother was like a starlet kidnapped into a peasant family

Tall with blood red fingernails.

My father was the homely wood-cutter awed

By his captive.

I was the daughter

Having inherited flat feet and myopia

From my father

And delusions of grandeur

From my mother

A mixed bag.

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