Hello Barbara

A poem my mother wrote without realizing she was writing it. Her words, reorganized.

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Hello Barbara
she did the usual
it sounds like she might be having
some sort of disassociative break
I've been thinking of her
I understand her fierce love
it borders on scary to think of

of course I'm permanently barred

rejection
seems to be
written in the skies
proof of our love
always has to be
easier than
nothing - doesn't seem to be
touch, thinking of her, hope,
clinging to less

I don't know how
to be Sky's mother again
and refuse to answer
so am I to come knocking?

all other parties
were hoping that her fierce clinging
her scowling deathmask face
disorganized hope
that it's nothing, but then again,
Maybe
We love her
her sister, mother
brother
and refuse to risk

she doesn't seem to be enough

on with life
and forgotten