The scent of the oranges
that you liked so much,
Mother,
brings me back
to my childhood,
when time was in no hurry
and any pain
was mild
when tears
didn't burn
down my cheeks
made precious by your kisses
and some day
I too
will finally ford the river
to savour what's on the opposite shore.
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