Reclamation
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Reclamation

I used to get excited for gifts, Simple, open, Every sentence was a string of ifs,

Put a new song on for a moment, I won't listen, Your smile, a generous bestowment,

I'll become an autumn leaf risen, Solace is spring, Loving lover; my healing tisane,

Then summed, your last melodies I wring, Their chimes and rhymes, Though internally I see them sing,

Through this ink and toil I see no times, The trees are her, My steps, lamentful sneaks, I see signs,

Hopeful remarks at what you once were, Then I gather, Pull up my memories, though they blur,

You were proud to be no one other, Me, your loved son, Crying glad, proud you were my mother.

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