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For My Mum

I remember Daddy’s hands working till they bled,
sacrificed unselfishly just to keep us all fed.
If I could do things over, I’d live my life again,
and never take for granted the love in Daddy’s hands.

Daddy’s Hands, Holly Dunn

There. Happy?

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Kim Siever

Queer Mormon poet with radical political views. I have been married 27 years, and we have 6 children. Sunday school president. Served in the Utah Provo Mission.

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