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Mom

Mom, I sat in my car after church listening to sad songs on the radio Fat raintears running down the glass tumbling from black clouds Clinging to a gray sky How does God do that I wondered... Not thinking about you And then the sky parted The rain ceased, making way for a blue canvas Dotted by an orange sun How does God do that I wondered... Not thinking about you More sad songs A new sky... I thought about you Fat tears running down my face tumbling from memories I do not want Of you Gone forever... Why does God do that

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Date: 8/29/2021 6:14:00 PM
This one tugs at my heart, Jim, my mom is 92 & independent , I'm her pca...it's day/day, but every moment with her is joyful!
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Jim Hirtle
Date: 9/1/2021 11:43:00 AM
Thanks for the thoughts. Mom passed away last week, almost 91 years, damn COVID. This poem isn't my best, I know, but was written about the best I ever knew.

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