I’ve been outside three times today
Clearing off the car
Shoveling the driveway
Putting down the salt
I’ve used up all my gloves
I don’t like mittens
My hands get cold
They’re all that’s left in the closet
The only thing that is dry
I told the closet I miss my mother
This, the first big snow
Without you
As I mindlessly grabbed your mittens
I wiggled my fingers in
These were your favorite pair
I felt the outlines of your hands
They had worn down the fleece
I can feel where you touched
the ghost shape of your fingers
Different from mine
But still half of me
I miss my mother
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“It's Amy,” I said. 
Nice post. Heartfelt
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Thank you, Mike.
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Keep it going,happy new year
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Thank you, happy new year
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Wonderfully written and a great blend of themes. Well done.
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Thanks Adam. Your comment means a lot.
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Beautiful and touching.
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Thank you so much, Becky. I appreciate it.
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So poetic, heartfelt and beautiful
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Thanks, Marie-Gaye. It hit me yesterday and I had to get it out.
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Yes I get that. I have written a few posts in response to current personal situations.
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It kind of just hits out of the blue, doesn’t it?
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It does.
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And this is how grief hits us.
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It does. Very much so.
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Gorgeous
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Thank you
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Great post Amy.
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Thank you. 🤍
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