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Mother’s One-Way Ticket
Our sweet mother went to heaven one Spring day.
Four years ago, the flowers folded their wings.
Hymns, ethereal in the fog; smile at bay.
Left at table, in closet, on shelves - her things.
Most dearly departed, her ticket one-way.
And my father cheers her urn each day.
She’s in our hearts, our thoughts are off and flying.
This family is strong; I am not crying.
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Kim Rodrigues
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