The Coldest Day In Summer

The Day My Mother Died 

 

She had wisdom; yet, I am wise.

sometimes the witches clashed

not to our surprise

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Mother, daughter, lives and the time

We believed a mishap

Reality knew all that’s sublime

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Lessons learned and some not

All underneath us

Lost, not forgot

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Mother and daughter

Time gone

Springs cleansed the white water

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It will take us both home.

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My mother always said, “It is not money that is the root of all evil. No, it is the lack of money that is the evil.”

I believe her now.