Birth

In my memory, it’s an hour.
That passed by like falling dimes.
The hour that I loved most,
That you loved most of me.
Before I changed, before you.
And
In my mind, it’s unclear.
When your heart changed.
To see me less, to miss me less.
Unlike that hour of falling dimes.
As I was born to you.
My Mother!

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