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He has kept their mother alive in their thoughts.
Too alive, prehaps...
It was like she never left.
Mother was always here,
Beside him.
In the corner of his eyes,
Humming her usual lull.
"to sleep, to sleep" she sung,
In his mind,
The lull echos, reverb, resung.
Mother was the same,
Transparent hand,
A gentle pat.
He could feel,
But she is dead.
-Zzil
