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  • Sitting With My Mother

    Sitting With My Mother

      In the early morning rise, my mother and I take a ride to the hospital where I was born and she has her dialysis treatments. Her feet, wrinkled and bruised, exhausted are raised on a leather pedestal.   They remind me of Grandma‚Äôs heavy black nylons that pooled around her ankles as she prayed…