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Her gift

SlavaSpitzerWith my mother gone, I was at a loss,

So many things unsaid, even after six

Months of saying them and sharing

Feelings, and thoughts, her body frailer

Her spirit undaunted by the mortal threat

Of the cancer, her iron will did not bend,

But when she broke, I was at a loss,

She was hanging in, and hanging out with

Me on drives in the country, and long talks

This was her gift to me, and her final, last

Goodbye.

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