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It wasn’t about how firm she stood on solid ground,

or how she lifted from off our shoulders one hundred thousand pounds,

that made us love her

Twas the lightness in her breath,

the day she left,

to the mountain by the sea

at dawn,

through the moon ~ that breathed  through you and me

Now that she’s gone,

as the days and nights turn colder

and we’re all nine centuries older

we go on,
through the moon,
to the mountain,
to Mom

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