neatly cut, well printed
photographs of moments,
and people now gone.
Here we are at our wedding.
Just you and I, your father,
and the judge at the town hall.
Here we are standing
in front of your parents house.
Here we are at the rehab center
visiting your mother
right after we married.
She looked so overjoyed.
Even now, sitting at the table,
I can see her here,
across from me, lighting up,
smiling, singing,
making me laugh
and her herself as well.
Do you understand
how much of herself
lives on in you?
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