Sixteen Months Ago
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People say I look like my mother.
When I look in the mirror,
I think of her
and it soothes me, strengthening my heart.
When I bake, my hands feel hers
stretching the dough, shaping the loaf.
When I taste a sweet, my eyes glitter,
I feel her glee.
Her voice kindly
whispers ways to smooth my path,
bringing peace to my heart
after her passing
sixteen months ago.