Today is St. Brigid's Day, and that means you will find poetry posted on blogs all over the place. There's more information here.
So here's this poem I wrote quite a while ago about my mother's cancer:
Forty-nine syllables all for you, mother.
The years of your life run-
ning ragged down this page. Too many
fears creeping into your body
and hardening.
What saints
appeared to you then,
speaking your name?
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