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Friday, July 3, 2020 Where once you burned brightly
Miners ore; golden flowing spirit
Brushing one hundred times softly
Flowing hands gentle and small
In a mirror reflected mothers eyes
Gazing back on fathers strength
Sunlight streaming; bursting shadows
In to your quiet sewing corner
Where love stitches slowly in time
As generations gaze down from walls
And money wishes die on your bed


Posted by Lon Lovett at 12:54 AM