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A Mother's Love
by Candace Turner

A Mother's love cannot be contained
It is boundless, unconditional, sometimes fatally unrequited
But always present

I've tried to accept it, contain it,
bury it, drown it.

It is a gift that cannot be returned
One size fits all
It expands and shrinks
Sometimes skin tight, bountiful and beautiful
Sometimes hanging loosely on withered limbs


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