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I Can Picture Her Now
by Kaila Chan
I can picture her now
Sitting near the kitchen window
Her reflection mirrored softly
Against morning's early mist
Her head tilted slightly to the right
Shoulders held high and strong
She holds her coffee cup
In her porcelain, lady-like hands
The sun has begun to shine
Against her thick black hair
Her eyes twinkling and bright
Holding in all the secrets of her childhood
And her smile
A smile that could light up any room
She laughs, she giggles, she sighs
Everything is funny and delightful to her
She speaks with the conviction
Found only in a young woman nearing adulthood
I can hear her voice now, "Oh Mom"
In that exasperated tone only she uses
She turns and gently looks my way
It is a look she saves for me
She is my daughter
My heart, my friend
And I miss her
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