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Inside Out

Sometimes we cry because we are left behind

Sometimes we laugh from a memory that fleets by

I can touch her clothes made by her hands that are

So her

And so me

Vibrant colors, tie-dye Pucci and polka dots with flowers

And see the whimsy we shared in items left behind

The funny cute faces on a random item, boot protectors of all things

So her

And so me

Inside her breath, her air, blown by her is most precious – never to be deflated

Missing mom

My heart is broken

A void left I can not fill

Inside, I carry you in my soul and spirit

Outside, in action I exude you

Love, keris

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