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For Mom, my guardian angel…

Subtle little clues
You like to leave behind
To let me know you’re with me
Making it easier to find

Boxes filled with memories
Clothes, once hung upon the door
Are now laying in the hallway
Where you’ve put them, on the floor

You really needn’t show me
I can feel your presence near
Reminding me to be careful
Of the many treasures here

I’ve wrapped them up in paper
Placed them gently, as not to break
Packed up everything I could
Oh, how my heart does ache

Yet, in very quiet moments,
When I am in your home,
I can hear you whisper
“You’ll never be alone”


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