Momma is a 100 today. I guess she is about 15 here. For the first time, I noticed her ear rings. When she left her home the last time, it was by ambulance. She told the emt that she’d had a good life. Guess she knew she wasn’t coming back home.
Can’t go back, but if I could I would appreciate her more and tell her often. Can’t go back. Can’t go back.
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And that "can't go back" echos in the hallways off my mind every day.
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