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Mama's HandsAs I walked in,my mother held my hand. As I look around, I remembered the real reason I was there. I walked over to her and looked upon her. I knelt and prayed in front of her, while she was looking over me for an eternity. I started crying, and soon the room filled up with hundreds of people who came to see her, who loved her. Everyone came up to me with their tear-streaked faces and said they were sorry. They told me things she would want me to do. But they weren't her, they didn't know what she would have wanted. I looked around and thought it wasn't true and I told myself it was only a dream. I still held my mother's hand, looked up into her eyes, and hugged her. As I hugged her, I started crying, never wanting to let her go. Then, without her hand, I walked over to her again and looked down upon her. There she was still, lying in that coffin, death had stolen her life. As I whisper good-bye, I cry and remember her as my mother. No longer was there a hand to hold when I was afraid. There she was, say good-bye, to my sweet and loving mother. |
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