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This was a very touching poem.
It spoke truth to me I loved it.

In one year, my family lost our father and two brother-in-laws. I have heard my mother and sisters say the same things as this poem. My mother did not want to leave the cemetery, because it was final, the true end. Today, one year later, she still cries for one more touch, one more conversation. But I guess... is "one more" ever enough?