Mary

.
She had a blister on her heart
worn there by the lies of others

She went about her day longing
for the simple truth that lying smothers

She had a whisper in her soul
louder than the wails the planet utters

She did the unselfconscious things
that were miracles only made by mothers
.

Jim Culleny
10/5/2011

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