November 21, 2010
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A steaming cup of coffee
Warm breath on my lips
The taste of chocolate
Sour on my tongue

Banana muffins
The smell of home
Of my mother

My grandmother’s locket
Her picture enfolded inside
Faded gray and tearing at the edges
her jewelry box
A little girl’s treasure
A tiny ballerina spins gracefully
Her hands above her head

I walk along the same path you did
I see birds flying above me
Their wings flapping in motion with the others
I’m wearing a black dress
Laced at the bottom
A tiny hole in my left shoulder
My birthmark

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