“My Mother before I knew her” by Pam Gibbs

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Through a drift of jonquils she ran,
bare feet between the blooms
her twin falling behind.

She ran until she could not hear
the angry shouts of a brother,
the admonishment of a mother.

She ran toward the walnut grove
cut a poplar whistle with her knife
settled in the hollow, and waited.

Her father found her there, and
named names when she pointed
to the spirits in the pin oak tree.

-Pam Gibbs

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