Music, Italianly being sung with meaning and fervor,
from strings of heart-felt emotional love.
Touching inner feelings still hiding within for Mom,
caressing her memory with love, holding her image
close to my heart encased in bluest, crystal teardrops.
Tenderly holding onto her life of yesterday, never
letting go of her place in my heart.
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