Sometimes I think about how my mother-in-law had a dad
who
married a woman about her age, for his third wife,
and when his seventh was born , my husband, why then his wife
died,
and he delivered his
infant to his oldest daughter and her husband , to raise.
Sisters becoming mothers .
Here, yes, I was the
little mother, with my brood
who I possessively and protectively considered mine .
All of us, save my big brother and unborn sister,
on my grandparent's knobby sofa,
by the baby grand where Baptist hymns only were sung;
where we huddled together, all for one and one for all.
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