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Poem: in Fireworks, fall 1992

Daughter

Daughter,

Why the frown?

Did I break another rule,

A rule I didn’t know,

an unwritten rule,

on how to be a mother?

Daughter,

Please forgive me.

this mothering is new;

I’m learning as I go.

By thetime I’ve learned the rules

you will be gone.

—Amber Harvey