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Memories
The long hour talks, while sitting together,
The wind blowing, with the cold weather.
Excitement shown from the words that flow,
You always make my heart glow.
Memories are made every second,
My love never reckons.
Your thoughts were always right,
The night turned into light.
The hammock waves side to side,
We both hold on hoping we don't glide.
Patients are sometimes put to test,
But talking with you makes me always blessed.
The comfort and peace are always there,
It feels like breathing in the fresh air.
The truth comes out with good and bad thoughts,
It can feel like untying knots.
The sounds of nature, fills the night,
Creating music of delight.
My mind always healed,
Once again that memory is sealed.
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I wrote this poem about my mom. I enjoy to sit on the hammock with her and talk for hours.