The quiet mother laps the neighborhood
(where she is new to both)
with her subtle ssh-ing shadowing her.
She's trying to keep the baby sleeping,
so when I loudly wish her a good morning,
she quickens her pace,
a faint smile: polite and painted
and walks away.
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This is the first poem (or attempt of a poem) that I have written in 3 months. It felt good and terrifying at the same time. One poetic step at a time, I venture forth out of my writer's block and into the light. #UndiscoveredPoetry
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