My mother has four children.
Like the cardinal points on a map,
each pulled away from her center.
She, like a stubborn stake,
pounded herself deep
to the center of the earth,
Pulling us Back.
She gathers. We pull.
and now,
she has no more strength,
and we don't know
any other way to be.
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