Life's Continuous Music
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Blowing gently, leaves of my mind, into sounds of a
harmonica being played by my Mom throughout childhood.
Listening carefully as she played her favorite songs,
wanting to remember them forever in peaceful recollection.
Reaching out through her death, grasping her heart with
love, being portrayed in melodies of her artistic views in
life's continuous music.
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