The disarray of things scattered around the house
Complemented by conflicting thoughts and unlikely actions
That merely occupy time, but don't soothe
An ironic awareness of her greatness
That even the mere thought of her absence, in an undefined tomorrow
Floods today with tears, in anyone who hears the news
Fortunate to be groomed by her, my only hope
That I can replicate at least a fraction of her nature
Imbibed through nurture, osmosis or imitation
So that some day, when my time comes
Tears in the eyes and a real sense of loss
Would serve as my companions
In my journey to the other world
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