Mother

It is who you go with to go in a night
As shadow covered your child’s bum.

When there is river in house to panic
It is who you go with to an open roof.

Now it is here we eat and go all alone.
Our outside is in  inside, her outside.

We now go over the attic to the stars
Where inside flickers in their outside.

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