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Thank you

I took one last run through the city,
One last service in the church I’d worshipped in so often.
A suitable soundtrack of lofty French organ music to set the tone.

I let my feet carry me along familiar paths,
Taking me up, down, around and all again,
Reliving the same flux of memories they brought.

I passed places I’d set my hat down and made home –
Stopped briefly, nodded in grateful acknowledgement
Of the role each had played.

As I ran, I wove together the passed years
from the myriad cues around me
And saw their meaning take clearer form.

I felt my Mothers embrace and warm smile
As she sent a hundred pigeons Into the blue,
And I laughed and I thanked her.

“Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.”

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