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![]() Mother His bandaid only soothes when my medicine cabinet empties its pills. Her stares only secure a place when my hypnosis asks to trust the focus. His punch trembles on when my hand fixes its own knuckles. Her fight with mirrors stunts before I jump into an ambulance reserved for her. His smile only crumbles when mine is hidden under his tears. My face only finds a wrinkle when my children's caress pulls away, And asks me to define what love is. Well, it's there anyway. Protiti Rasnaha Kamal is a graduate of Mount Holyoke College, USA |