Cordelia came in her Goddess gown, wild spring flowers in her hair.
She soothed my heart till I could lift my head high: pieces of me reflect back in her eyes.
I let her see my broken vase and she caressed my skin like a lover.
My vase of cracks and fine lines filled—
The motherless child and I.
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