When My Mother Talks
Something about having
you inside
me feels like outside is
warmer than
inside even when
maybe it's not but
it could be and that
doesn't matter because
matter is about how
happy we are inside and
outside.
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RIP, Pete Seeger.
Namaste
~N
Copyright © Nancy Jones | Year Posted 2014
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