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Aug 2020
Mom
My mother died at forty-eight
Far too young to go that way
It's been decades since I've relived
that day
But today would have been her birthday
so in celebration, I'm going to rewind and press replay
to remind me of her
charismatic beauty
and generosity and
oh dear...I need to keep
my tears at bay...
...amp
Written by
artisticAR
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   ---, Salmabanu Hatim and ---
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