Bodies

Mother:

I look at your body with curiosity.

Your curves, hirsute and strange,

fill me with awe.

You undulate where as a child I am firm and flat.

Mother:

same four walls,

waiting for me to anoint your back.

Bent and frail,

spent, wrinkled, deflated,

unsure where once you were deft.

I look at your body with curiosity.

Mine will follow,

always behind.

I shadow your footsteps 

in reality and in time.

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