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Freeflow

Why do the words flow freer when I’m tired

When I’m half asleep

Body aching, footsore from a long day of mothering.

Children clinging to my legs,

wanting me closer,

closer

Though my mind wanders,

my heart stays

with them.

And the words come in my mind,

flowing through the pencil

after bedtime.

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