A friend from Baton Rouge recalled the beautiful spray of fall colored leaves draping my mother’s casket. I had asked my uncle from Pennsylvania to bring the leaves from the town where she was born to help her find her way home. My mother taught me that life is a journey within ourselves, shared with others through love, as we experience that which is us. Step lightly today, listen to those internal steps, which at times stop, and let you catch up with yourself. Memories of fall winds / softly wrap around my day / waking deep feelings / colored leaves caught deep within my soul
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