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You remember last year, and the year before, when you’d pleaded: Please, may next year be different

That’s what they told me. That just to lie still, to close your eyes and feign, that alone can refresh you

Here, too, it was each woman to her own grief. I didn’t know where to place myself

Was my need to protect my sanity greater than my desire to understand my student?

What kind of parent was I, bringing her into this unaware?

A proud mama watching the pure pleasure lighting up my son’s face