The Mermaid By Jean Sheppard
Only when the moon rises do I see it, see her—the glint of silver and then green and silver, the flash of scales. Only then do I know: my mother is a mermaid, and she is stranded on dry land, on linoleum squares. My mother is a mermaid who fears the sea her heart longs for.
Artist Nadia Ahmed and Author Jean Sheppard
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