Mamma's Spittle
John Clare Stokes
Photograph by John Stokes
The scratch was just
A minor thing
Out of proportion
To the wailing
Thinking
This finger is severed
Down to bone!
And as by Divine touch
Mamma would gently
Rub her spittle
Dry the crying eyes
With fragrant hair
And say
"Go now, fall no more",
And we would depart
In wonderment
Whole again
Scolding the
Doubting
Severed finger.
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