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Remembering Mimi
You held our hands too tightly when we crossed the road.
You gave us money for ice-creams if we bought you one.
You took us out for tea and cakes when we were young.
You made fried bread or trifle for when we got home.
We talked of life and god and of our deepest fears.
You told us all the memories of your earlier years.
You didn't like the loud noise that we children made.
We had to ...
Tuesday 29th December 2020 2:09 am
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