our mother with her eyes looking, seeing feeling writ large,
touching what we couldn’t say, because we were scared,
lonely in the chaos of the 50s,
beautiful and scarred already,
your quiet eyes were as fingers, keeping us
as one in the light,
keeping us inside ourselves,
in that Bay Area bright.

© Linda Chown, Mother’s Day 2019

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