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Fife, Scotland

I went looking for her
In the weeks that followed
On my pathetic pilgrimage
Needing to believe
That when my key returned
To the door I would smile again

I did try to smile
I curved my lips upward
While my heart was stone
The false grimace deceived
As the pile of ironing increased
How could I iron when I was seeking

Twice I thought I saw her
Once her familiar coat in a side street
For a brief time my heart was full
Only to see some one elseís Mother
Who did not even resemble mine

The second time my eyes met anotherís
It was then I knew it was time to go home

Days passed into weeks
And peace settled after exhaustion
I had moved into another realm
Blessed are they who mourn
My green days were at my back

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