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I miss breathing in the fresh morning air in another city full of sunshine. Seeing the unfamiliar faces and accents and how different they acted from where I come from. I would look at the window and see all the different animals that would linger in the fields and mountains and how the rain was warm in some places. How the cities lit up at night and how I'd wake up to loud speeding cars on the busy road. The adventures I had with young children I vaguely remember and my family members, miss traveling I do.
Growing up my family used to travel around the U.S until life got harder.
on the first day of spring
my mother died

she had always loved flowers
and had turned
our interior hallway
into a luscious greenhouse
   father was not always happy
   about the falling leaves

in her later years
when skiing was no longer hers
she hated winters
   their long nights
   their waning sun

she was always longing
   for spring
waiting for the day
the morning sun lit up
the kitchen desk again
in her parents’ house
where she was born
   and had grown old

the night before
I had called and told her
that here in the south
the first flowers were already
   dotting the gardens

she had smiled on the phone
   almost inaudibly
speaking had become difficult

   maybe her last images
   were of colorful spring meadows

today at 7.10 a.m.
my mother died

spring has come
On the occasion of the 10th anniversary of my mother's unexpcted death.
 Mar 2016 AP Staunton
wordvango
it takes an immense amount of time and
energy to think about it, so, I try
to live here and then now,
just living it
not reminiscing or planning
the next move,
It leads to a bad credit rating,
broke up relationships,
many clothes and record
collections burned,
I still mourn, just not as often
the loss of my Air Jordans'
my favorite blue jeans,
my notebook with drawings of
my next tattoo and
my Grateful Dead Lp's ,
and my I -phone
I just bought, that ounce
I had hid in those jeans,
along with several contacts
and her picture,
but in the now I see,
a big fire.
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