.Mary, you are the bird inside the hand
Of St. Francis in the garden where he stands.
Handwriting, a birth mark, and a quilt,
Mother to my mother and to me. And to me.
Mary, you are the mason jars in spring,
The kitchen with the view across a hill.
First memory is .
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