The Beggar’s Poem.

I have this distant memory
from when my mother was
leaving me.

I’m pounding my chest
and I’m screaming;
begging her to stay.

I sat next to you silently
as you said that you were
leaving me.

I’m holding my knees
and I’m weeping;
promising not to beg.

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