why don't
you take
a vacation, to which she would
reply.
i'm on one, then point
towards her garden
outside.
she'd show me her sewing
room,
the puzzle on the big
table she was working on.
the box of photos she
was arranging in an album,
all scattered on the floor,
then she'd go the stove
to stir a large pot
of red sauce and turn
some music on.
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