How I remember my mom

It was right when the sun was setting,

the air got cooler, so did she.

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She was dancing to a peculiar song,

lost in thoughts with a pure mellow.

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I remember asking if it's strange..

I thought it was so strange!

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my father just smiled.

He said "I love strange."

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Terracotta floors shifting with rhythm,

our black cat started playing along.

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It was a step back in time,

her soul grooved to reminisce.

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I couldn't help it, I started to wiggle,

edging closer only to hear 'c'mere hon'..

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Streaks of pinon incense wrapped around,

it is a scent burnt into my third eye.

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Now a reoccurring dream & vision of wonder,

a golden glimmer within my memory.

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The Season of the Witch,

the night I danced with my mother.

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