In the middle of raucous chatter
Of familial ribbing and laughter
The noise of nothingness shatters
That familiar emptiness shouts out a whisper
And then I remember
I miss her
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She Knows No Rhyme
- gege
- wife, daughter, sister, aunt, trainer, teacher, marketing communicator, island hopper, book lover, compulsive writer, toastmaster, flipper (FFP Shelfarian), Barbie doll hoarder, chocolate muncher, crazy shopper, on and off fatkins dieter, bag collector, cat hater, day dreamer, station wagon driver, george clooney admirer, life lover, joy giver, mosaic maker, lighthouse chaser, night creature, domestic diva, recovering coke (the black liquid) addict, middle child, scrap book nut, spa chick, and above all - God seeker and Jesus worshiper.
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