I have become my mother, always praying / for a house without a garden, always fearing / that the gods she buries will not grow.
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I have become my mother, always praying / for a house without a garden, always fearing / that the gods she buries will not grow.
A combination of Mother’s Day, Lunar New Year, and tough times in 2020 has had me thinking about my maternal grandmother.
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