Blue jays chattered and fluttered in the sunlight. I handed mom white lilies, and we enjoyed homemade sandwiches and caught up on the past year. At the clank of the gates, I planted the lilies in the soil above her, and drove off into the dusk.
Pamela is a poet who loves to travel. This year, she became a published.
Beautiful piece, with a bittersweet twist.
It made me skip a beat in my heart..
Beautiful.
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