My Mother

 

my mother told me

she used to smoke in school,

much to my surprise.

she told me they belonged

to an old relative.

 

Two women,

one young,

one old,

separated by fifty years,

flipping the bird,

to the big bad world.

 

Cheap cigarettes

with no butts,

and a cup of tea,

far more potent,

than all the life lessons.

this secret,

a priceless jewel.

 

my mother,

you sacred creature,

the matriarch,

hold me closer,

you are flawed,

and have secrets,

yet I love you more,

for this tiny confession.

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