Over cups of coffee
we talked awhile
my mother and I.
We exchanged stories
of times gone by
and dreams that died.
We shared our despair
at hopes belied
bonds that didn't abide.
Bill paid, we arose to
get on with our lives,
strength of purpose revived.
we talked awhile
my mother and I.
We exchanged stories
of times gone by
and dreams that died.
We shared our despair
at hopes belied
bonds that didn't abide.
Bill paid, we arose to
get on with our lives,
strength of purpose revived.
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