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STORY THAT BEGINS WITH REMEMBER

STORY THAT BEGINS WITH REMEMBER

She was blinking out

Half in love with death

Half resistant, and no words

Behind her green eyes; clouded

But still bright behind the clouds �

So much chemical in her � God,

To see her like this is to believe

There is a devil � holds her hand

Hard and wills her to die. Please

Speak to me of days to come, & Christmas

I�ll be home sitting by the tree,

Waiting for the unwrapped packages

Of what could not be bought. Life

Comes at a price we cannot afford

While death takes care of debt.

The rest of us go bankrupt, remembering

What it was to have, then lost. Love,

Like there�s no tomorrow�.Mom.


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