She lied so peacefully in her sleep. Unbothered by the outside - undisturbed. The locket her mother once gave her rests still fully in the dip on her collarbone - pictures of our children just below her chin. Her hands tucked carefully at her sides as a slight grin sweeps across her lips.
Looking at her, one wouldn't understand all she's been through to reach this point, but I do.
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Hannah Irelan
4/22/2016 08:21:15 am
This one.
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