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mom_and_alicia

i keep finding
bits of you
buried
in unlabled boxes
brought up
from the cellar,
my search
for the old teapot
interrupted
by your sepia
curls spilling
across new carpet,
as if we’ve been
playing
hide-and-seek
all these years
and you’ve
finally heeded
the “ollie-ollie-oxen-free”
to proclaim
“you’re it”

i see my daughter in you,
her eyes
staring back at me
as you
roll on the lawn
posing for the camera,
your smile
and hers
relating
the same mischief

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