Oh!

I do not miss the nightly calls, although
the feeling that the evening’s not my own
until we speak may take some time to go.
But what I learned, amazingly unknown
until I spoke of her, what dawned to grow –
in me her tales and memories were sown.
Unearned, because I’m oldest and female,
my mother told what I can now retail.

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