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Wind Chimes and Cigarettes

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It was at daybreak when I’d
be awoken by the sound
of wind chimes

It was at daybreak when
I’d wake to the scent
of her cigarettes

She’d take a drag
then a sip of coffee
With the front door cracked
she’d exhale softly
From the inside out
she watched her small world
like the sun through a cloud
The Earth’s pearl

The love of my life–my grandmother
A love unlike
any other

A blossom through the concrete
My grandmother’s love
is all of me

Happy Mother’s Day
from here on Earth
Worlds away
but never apart
I wait till I
can see you again
Forever, my
Angel in Heaven


Happy Mother’s Day to all of you amazing moms out there. Nobody can take your job. Never ever forget that.

Sincerely,

Jordan Antonacci
Twitter: @misterhushhush

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