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Second Nature

Jan 25

It has become second nature,

Doing the things she did before,

When I once imitated her,

The child I was. 

 

Now even more,

I study life under her wing,

Gathering all the things she knows,

The faith she has, and now I cling,

Like a bumblebee to the rose.

 

In the mirror I see her face,

In my hands, her experience,

Crocheting doilies and lace.

 

But in my heart, the evidence

Of her heart and its history,

The lines of age earned early on,

Her essence passed along to me,

 

When I am here

and she is gone.

 
 
 

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