Her Daughter
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Susan Lacovara
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I feel like you sometimes
Lately, more than not
Warming my hands
Round a cup of tea
In the twilight of
Too many thoughts
Holding court
At my kitchen table
Seeing your reflection
In my aging china
And noticing the tiny wrinkles
That crease when I smile
It's lonely without your voice
Maddening without your advice
But comforting that I still know
I belong to you
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