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Ode To Mom
I close my eyes,
And listen harder,
Nothing spoken,
But something said,
No heavenly hug,
But from infinite miles,
A familiar tug.........
A touch,
From whom everything I learned,
A deity,
From whom I was born,
And a reality called ‘Death’
Which took away,
Her life’s breath!
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