Praise Song for My Mother
by Andrea Potos
      after Grace Nichols

You were belonging–
      quilted and warm and threaded strong

You were the moonstone's gleam

The scent of lilac just before waking

You were talisman, marker–

      The song in the tree,

      The ink in the pen that flows toward the poem.


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