Maman
Just around the corner is
the enormous room of
giant spider sculpture.
It's eerie and majestic,
but from the delicate tips of its legs,
you can feel a soft sobbing.
The artist's mother was a seamstress,
always protecting
the household with thread and needle.
This memory was both a trauma
and a source of her art.
The relentless toil of spinning thread
without pause,
and the raw, instinctive maternal love
reflected in it,
are deeply felt.
I realize that
a mother's presence
is truly this immense.
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