Cupping lips with mitted hands to summon us
inside, she offers fresh-baked bread wafting over our clamor,
some of us debating decades-old wounds such as who broke the china Mom left behind, priceless, irreplaceable, some of our hands guiltily empty because we forgot
promised sides. And there, new neighbors won’t stop laughing
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Cupping lips with mitted hands to summon us
inside, she offers fresh-baked bread wafting over our clamor,
some of us debating decades-old wounds such
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