Mother's Place

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Her life part of your life
Her memories part of yours
Her smoke dissipates as notes from a fife
Its waning scent endures

An old relic put in the closet of the mind
A worn out skin shed
Hand made blanket you don't want anyone to find
Pulled out at night, wrapped around you in bed

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