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Saturday, June 13, 2015

Breathe Her In

Breathe her in - 
The aroma of my mother.
In empty rooms -
Where chairs once stood;
And closets full - 
Now barren.
Memories fresh
Of shuffled steps 
And smiling face
With Heart of joy- 
Now warms my own 
In empty rooms;
Breathe her in - 
The aroma of my mother.

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