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Her
New Room
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The
house was small
where she raised her five children,
but not as small as her new room.
She lived in her house fifty-two years,
but only for a couple of months now
in her new room.
She loomed large in her small house,
yet now seems so tiny
in the corner of her new room.
Her house held the aroma of flower sachet
with smells of delicious wonderment
flowing warmly from her kitchen.
Her new room has the reek of medicine
with an underlying odor
of pine oil disinfectant.
She seemed to know everyone
wherever she went
and everyone knew her.
Today she needed to be reminded
of her daughter’s name
as Judy sat there holding her mother’s hand.
Waiting in her new room
she asks once more
if it’s time to go back home.
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Mother and Daughter
Kennington, Thomas B.
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(applause received) 
anna
jefferson United States
"as always you shine
keep up the good work"
Norma
Australia
"A lovely poem. Obviously you have some inside
knowledge. I have two people very close to me who could be this women. Well done you have captured their feelings exactly."
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