No More Waiting, the last oak leaf catches a breeze and swirls into a pile of leaves, happy to leave. Packing Cartons Wrestling with memories I clear out mother's house... leaving, I touch the walls that held her life.   Late Fall The warmth of mother's shawl wrapped around our shoulders . . . how soft it was, resting against my cheek.

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