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August 17, 2011

Here in my sister’s California home 
where my mother felt most loved
I do at last feel her calm presence.
My mother felt most at ease, loved, protected 
with Mary.  This I know.
While I could always make her laugh
Mary was her heart’s dear companion.
I do feel her comfortably here 
No longer anxious fretful confused
But free, plump, calm
Seeing and hearing the world around her
Loosed from infirmity and worry.
Simply being.

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