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when i rise tomorrow morning,
i want to hover over the pearly gate
and see my momma painting in the
west garden of her mansion in the sky.

i want to be so close
i can see each heavenly stroke
and hear her laughter
and feel her wings’s breezes.

i want to be there so much,
i will endure the near fatal crash
back to earth and all its uncertainties.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/two-right-feet/

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