The House

The candles are still in the windows,
the memories in my heart,
the roses are still blooming.
when they sold it, I fell apart.
The washers on the porch, the dryers there too,
with the faint smell of Snuggle,
to remind my soul of you.
I can't go by there some days,
I'm sure you know why,
because I lost my best friend and Mother,
the day I watched her die.

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