That voice lingers in memories, she can recall it; conjure it whenever her heart breaks. She left too soon, so much for her to see. The value of time learned, treasured, hearts ache.
     Eyes closed her face appears; every edge of her profile clear. Her mouth curls up into a smile; banishing all her worries, and fear.
     That song plays, every tune just the same. Sing along, it’s like she’s there, her presence like the rain.
     Traditions, the stories, the silly faces stalk. These memories paralyze, can’t move, or talk.
     Mother, she cries, your loss I can’t bear; her voice whispered through, a glimpse. I am here.


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