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Raven C. Waters

daisy's on the patio

I didn't want a photo


I thought I'd come back

when the sun was shining on her

and we'd capture that


not her frail hand

holding me tight

calling me back when I went to leave.


I didn't want to let go

so I rubbed your legs

until you were tucked in.


It'd been so long

since I'd had your comfort


that warmth.


I was a child

holding her hand

in her room

in the home

in the life I always wanted more of.


not knowing.


after a decade away,

that'd be our last time.


that a text would pop up

in the midst of the birthdays

thomas. mikey. mom.


that you were now gone.


grandma murphy


and a deep, cold chill has taken hold.

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