stone most of her life
a cup of clear water
held in her own hands
there… there…
mother words from someone who couldn’t mother
this before her death
servant Hagar
cast out into desert
with just a skin of water
separates her thirsting boy---------from her
and
turns away
not a mother
a well appears and
turns everything around
another nation born
even the stubborn non-mother
receives water
and drinks the elixir of grace
I fill my cats’ water dishes
there… there…
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