Sometimes I feel like mama is just around the next corner.
I will turn and see her there.
I will feel her arms about me and snuffle my nose in her hair.
But then she isn't and I feel lost, and small and clumsy and scared.
I cannot tell anyone about these non-encounters.
They wouldn't understand.
It's just crazy 'ol me, looking around corners.
And wishing that she was there.
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