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her motherly love for children and pets. She does not remember the date of her own birth or the color of her mother’s hair. I wrap her shivering body in a blanket and guide her slowly to my car. She smiles and asks if we will be home soon. I nod.</p><p id="c3a9">Copyright © 2020 by Harley King</p><p id="100f">If you like this poem, you may also like <b><i>So You Wanna Take My Picture</i></b>.</p><div id="3517" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/so-you-

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The Mother of My Children

A Story-Poem

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She stands naked at the edge of the highway waiting for aliens to pick her up and fly her to another galaxy where doctors will stick strange instruments in her breasts in order to measure the thickness of her motherly love for children and pets. She does not remember the date of her own birth or the color of her mother’s hair. I wrap her shivering body in a blanket and guide her slowly to my car. She smiles and asks if we will be home soon. I nod.

Copyright © 2020 by Harley King

If you like this poem, you may also like So You Wanna Take My Picture.

Mothers
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Aliens
Galaxy
Mental Illness
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