Grieving

Mama and me on a girls' trip to Williamsburg, VA

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I see your wool coat

reminding me of young you

fresh and beautiful.

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I opened a book.

There was a card from Mama.

For You. Love, Mama.

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Her sentiments live.

She speaks through her written words

supporting me now. 

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I feel like crying.

I live in beauty and good

yet dark pulls at me.

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