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August 3, 2021
Silent drive
Screech of garage door
Clogs clicking
Door swings open
Welcoming “Hello”
Dogs holler and howl
Fresh smell of perfume and hot lattes
Tired twinkling eyes
Scrubs with wrinkles and folds
Making vein like paths
Through worn burgundy fabrics
Her arms mold around me
Creating a perfect warm fit
Her perfume getting stronger
Dark soft strands
brush my blushed cheeks
Her arms unravel to reveal
Her kind face
Sweet smile
Yet she’s the strongest person
I know.
© Alexa C., Claremont, California
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i wrote this about my mother. she's a healthcare worker and often works 24 hour shifts. this poem describes her returning home from the hospital from my perspective :)