Small things,
catch me off guard.
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| Great Grandma Margaret with Winston |
unexpectedly,
brings me to tears.
The kindnesses of
neighbors stopping by,
messages from old friends
both near and far away.
The sound of my mother's silver scissors
sliding across the table,
as if they are still in her hand,
except,
they are in mine.
Today, I made cookies,
from a recipe card,
written in her hand.
And it is her hand,
that guided mine,
I miss the most.
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