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We´ve been together over half a century..I was once the child and our closeness came late in life...We´ve shared tears of grief for
family one by one, with no time for healing between the sudden shocks of loss...We cried, but-- did not touch each other.And, when the living reached our hearts with pointed barbs of anger, or worse, quiet
neglect...we looked into each others eyes with nodded understanding...we cried...but,-- did not touch each other. Now, you are lost in time, crying out for your mother, dead these forty years. Our eyes no longer
meet, for yours hold only the memory of times past . I hold you in my arms and stroke your whitened hair , your guarded feelings slip away and all is opened to me. Mother, You are now my child ..We cry and,-- touch each other ! |
