Betsy 12/8/39-11/6/18



World, I am telling you this:
You must be very kind to my mother.
Entertain her with wild bright
children, forgetful girls, boys
too smart for their own good.
Candid photographs, Drifter's songs.
Bring her beans and lemons and tea.

Be patient with her slowed-down rhythm;
a blonde lithe tigress sleeps inside.
There are still sharp claws, and
always southerly laughter
in her throat.
You must be very kind to my mother.
10-5-13




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