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Pink Quartz – A Poem for Mom

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In honor of Mother’s Day, in honor of Mom–my hero, my confidant, my problem solver–I give you a poem. I’ve entitled it:

Pink Quartz

Dedicated to Mom, written for Mother’s Day 2011

She’s like pink quartz, I think.
This is strange because she most
often wears blue. Pink quartz
is flaky and delicate as pastry—
the sort of pastry that drifts against your teeth
and disintegrates there in layers of icing
and smooth grainy texture.
Pink like ice
layered together and black veins running through.

Her nose is wide, a smile broad across her face,
stretching into crevices and faint lines
on her forehead. Her face
olive, dusted with pale brown sunspots.
She’s like pink quartz, I think.
This is strange.

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