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Nov 2016
When I left my house, the morning wore a shroud of fog.

When I arrived at the church,
I knew there would be no weddings,
(which she loved,)
only a funeral.

When I left her grave, the church-bells cried,
so I wouldn't have to.

When I finally slept,
I heard my prayers being answered
with a "I love you too sweetie."
Rest In Peace Lorraine, ninety-nine years old, eleven days shy of her 100th birthday.
Erik Jon Jensen
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Erik Jon Jensen  Chicago
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