Mother

I breastfed footballs
cuddled weights
massaged new leather
into plump skin

I caught impossible catches
by instinct or adrenaline
and laughed when it
seemed like nothing

but you
opened me, my eyes,
took me from myself
to something new

you contained me, separated me,
needed me
taught me my mortality

I am dragged over stones
and then set free

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