just as a mother holds as treasures in her heart the memories of her child’s life so too my Mother holds in her life the mysteries of my life when you hold the treasure of the mysteries of my life in your life you have rebuilt the wall of Mary in your life the wall of Mary consists of the mysteries of my life and hers these are the mysteries of my life when you contemplate my life you see your life in mine
Penelope Olive
Prompt for today: poem in the style of Kay Ryan, deceptive simplicity, like proverbs or aphorisms.
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