Aurora Wells Poems

Sweet sister dear
Remember those years
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I tried to talk to Mom today
As I do everyday
But that empty feeling remains
Why did you have to take her away
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whispers and visions
aching, twisting, burning,
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The night before Christmas
I woke up to voices
Got out of bed and peeped around the stairs
Heard my family, again with bad choices
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Years have gone since I was a child,
Though not once could I say life was plain or mild,
Fights amidst gift giving and even at dinner,
Lights torn down as tears fell from mother’s eyes,
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Unsteady quiet, lonely as it sounds,
Avoided like a plague
It’s the dead of silence
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