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Conversation with My Mom
by Michael Escoubas

You
have a
gift for words.
I have faith that
you will discover,
the pure joy of writing
the best poem that you can
write, true and honest, a poem
that connects where people live their lives.
Be clear, be simple, let love win the day.

I regret you did not live long enough
to read or hear my latest poems.
I was only ten when you took
me to one side, but your words
caused me to write with joy,
and in love, to do
for others what
you, mother,
did for
me.




 

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