The 24th of NaHaiWriMo

Ran around today,
did disconnected errands
then sat down to sew.

Where are memories?
flown or hidden, lost to time
was it just a dream?

A photo of mom
taken when she was twenty,
pretty and posing.

We are all young once
and have the same years to stash
our tales of living

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