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Mar 2013
I remember us, so connected.
I thought to follow you
but yours was not my time.  
You expand and explore
  your soul path
our mother no more

Phoebe called insistently, loud and close.
 I remember you
whistling to the birds
rarely so innocent, so dear.
  You are beyond regret
our father no more.
K Mae
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K Mae  Maine, USA
(Maine, USA)   
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