In the poem My Mother at Sixty-six, the poet Kamala Das observes her mother during a car ride. She notices her mother’s pale, ashen face and realizes that age has drained the vitality from her. Her mother sits quietly, dozing, ...
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In the poem My Mother at Sixty-six, the poet Kamala Das observes her mother during a car ride. She notices her mother’s pale, ashen face and realizes that age has drained the vitality from her. Her mother sits quietly, dozing, ...