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Nick Aceway
Poems
Aug 2018
Moms poem
Janis on the jukebox,
Typing my memoirs
With my thumb on an iPhone.
A draft in front of me
The bulk of my footprints
On this earth behind me.
A week with momma in her death room,
We had done similar a few years earlier
When putting her old cat to sleep.
He had gone to sleep and stuck his tongue out
A final gesture for us, how dare we extinguish
His light.
Iām pleased mom had no such compunction.
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