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MICROPOETRY
the unspoken
words that never fail to remain silent
an afternoon of sadness. walking.
too many steps behind your mother’s public rage
echoes of a grey and early a.m. rain storm
love elusive and repeatedly denied.
for whilst she led the way
she never once turned back
to ward you
with an open hand of justice
or an even-handed smile
except for when you were an unplanned
unborn undeniable
the day her womb became
your destiny
© Sally A Mortemore 2025. All Rights Reserved.
And with special thanks to The Howling Owl and , and . Thank you for lifting my spirits.