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My Mother Moved

My mother
Whom I loved
So much.

Her tender face,
I liked to touch.

Her soft eyes,
She let me feel.
Then, one day,
All became unreal.

I did not understand.
Where was my mother

Someone took my

I will tell you
The only way I
Know how.

And don’t cry.

She has a place
In the sky
Called heaven.

I want to go, too.

But you can’t,
Said the someone,
You are only


Adele, January 16, 1978
Passaic, NJ

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