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Two for Mother's Day:

'kiss dries' timothy r gates, 5/10/2008 (day before Mother's day)

the earth knows her own
the moon too
sun's kiss may burn
a lover's song,
known or not,
either,
still touches
we awake in the middle of the night,
moistened cheek,
no one around.
Smile,
maybe chuckle
say, 'don't worry, only dreaming.'
the kiss dries.


'Mother' timothy r gates, 5/10/2008

'Mother,' comes a whisper
she inclines her ear
her lips' caress removes tears,
bad dream, but awake
'Why my Son?' she lets out a sigh
'Why yours, alive?' she calls
from the shadow's tale
i sing a Mother's lament,
rocking in the corner, no
one seems to see
voyeurism is divine, it appears
she winks,
'I know, it feels like hell;
I, also, know, in time it'll be better.'
no judgmental introspection does she encourage,
Mother knows
I know
she places my tears with her own.
faeries shelf the bottle.
Mother whispers, again.
-back to sleep.