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tiny shell-whorled ears rage abuse, as mother trades

vulnerabilities with child
and spills her own pain, carelessly –

heeding the warning, you take precautions,

you whisper the incantation that shields this incarnation,
wrapping the essential deity in your powerful devotion

weaving adoration and delight into a garment of protection
against what will come; creating a talisman wrought

in memory and in love.

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Published in House of Blessing, sitting duck press, 2010. Revised.