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Mother's Fear Cheri R. Phillips I am a red womb Thumping with the rhythm of life. I am a pregnant tigress Singing life's opera. I am digging, climbing, spinning towards heaven. I am one drop of wisdom, Sitting in a freshly painted Bentwood rocker. I am mother's milk Listening to my belly drum. I am the nursery. I am a weeping willow Protecting those beneath my branches. I fear the day you will not need me, The day I dry up and blow away.

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