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  • Memory Jug

    Memory Jug

    When I die fill                        my memory jug with things my mother loved. Leave out her tears, the shivering in the rain.                             That heart on the silver cross, keep it, the scrap she wrote my future name on,                                      the ink footprints on my baptismal certificate. But not the bandage                      from my first…