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Free Verse · Poems About Mom

What She Left

by The QuillOak Editors

We looked for you everywhere those first weeks —

then found you everywhere after:

in the way I fold towels in thirds,

in my sister's laugh, your laugh,

in "wear a coat" said to my own children

in a voice that isn't quite mine.

You didn't leave us, Mom.

You dispersed —

into all of us, evenly,

the way you always shared.

Original poem © QuillOak — free for personal use.

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