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	<title>Whispers from the Unseen &#187; Melissa Schuppe</title>
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		<title>We Are the Other Mothers</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 17 Apr 2009 04:06:39 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Melissa Schuppe</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[We are the Other Mothers- The ones for whom this role does not slide like putty-soft gloves stitched onto our warm and open hands. We wince when a broom falls a couch slides Wince at the moments that pelt us the screams bangs shouts We are the ones who can&#8217;t see the brevity of the [...]]]></description>
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The ones for whom this role<br />
does not slide<br />
like putty-soft gloves stitched<br />
onto our warm and open hands.</p>
<p>We wince<br />
when a broom falls<br />
a couch slides</p>
<p>Wince<br />
at the moments that pelt us<br />
the screams bangs shouts</p>
<p>We are the ones who can&#8217;t see<br />
the brevity of the storm-<br />
only wince blurrily as we<br />
hunker down<br />
and wait for it to all be over.</p>
<p>We are not the<br />
family portrait people, not the<br />
Christmas letter writers.</p>
<p>We are the ones trying to<br />
notice that when the light hits us all<br />
just right<br />
we look beautiful<br />
together.</p>
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