Reminds Me of Her

Reminds me of mom

And her reading

 

I don’t remember the exact time or place of seeing her like that

I am not even sure if it ever happened

But I can remember what I never lived

Which is a pleasing gift

Comes with imagination

 

She never dies, still reading

 

For ages,

 

Maybe diamonds are buried in the

Ground, who knows?

 

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