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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> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://www.unseenwhispers.com/2009/04/16/we-are-the-other-mothers/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> </item> </channel> </rss>
