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Certainty (CTG)
Certainty
Mother was unerringly certain.
You could bottle her opinions
and sell them at a profit.
Or so she believed.
Points on a compass
and magnetic north.
Now that she's gone,
where is my center,
how do I find my way?
I never knew my father,
never truly knew him,
and he died so long ago.
Empty nests in barren trees,
cold rain on the windowpane.
Christopher T. George
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