Mom’s vagueness

Mom is vagueness that went cold to ice
When there was flakes of snow a-falling
In summer or hail , we are vague about.
When she banged white wall’s darkness
She would go entirely vague, on tongue.
Her outline shivered in our blur of eyes,
Turning a silhouette the very day’s sun.
She is vague as ever, in all our sunsets.

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