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Mar 19
I just felt a bit nostalgic,
At the office I perceived an aroma,
Tasted like my Mother's fried stew,
For several minutes goosebumps:

Now momma had been gone,
Left this world over four years,
But really feels like now,
As though she left a moment ago;

Safe to say it's still fresh,
So hard to completely remove,
Every single memory,
Scrub every bit of thought;

I take it daily as it comes,
Reminded that time may heal all,
And hey! Say hi to Dad, Mom,
I know both y'all missing me, too.
I just miss my dear Mom, perceiving this strong aroma of fried stew in the office just opened a flood of emotions - trylu missing the woman.
Dada Olowo Eyo
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Dada Olowo Eyo  NIGERIA
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