(for my mom)
A strange man glares and grimaces at my son
from across the subway aisle;
more than vaguely threatening.
I catch her eye, see the discomfort
(fear?) that I share.
We disembark.
I thought she might say
my thought;
Something a little mean
a little angry.
I should have known better.
She's the one who takes care of everyone-
all of us.
Her core and her weakness is compassion.
We are a mirror.
Or so I like to think.
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