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July 30, 2009 in Poem | Tags: aunt, breathing, death, dying, grief, missing, suffering, terminal cancer, together | 7 comments
The ache is always there but it gets better
It becomes bearable
It becomes livable
She meant the pain she felt for the loss of her son
Still her words come back to me
Because I remembered her today
I remembered when we breathed in the same room
Together
I remembered her pain and my own
I still feel her pain and my own
We will never again breathe in the same room
Together
I remembered her today
and I realized
again
how much I miss her
Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor 
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