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Closer
by Dean Pasch

Mother,
you brought me into this world.

For nine months you were my home,
my food, my peace of mind.

I am your work of heart,
you are my earliest dream.

Years unfold,
each one takes you
further away;
yet oddly draws us
closer











 


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