Mommy 's Things

The things I hold onto that remind me of you. 

The gold earrings you always wore because your ears were too sensitive for anything but gold. The picture from my baptism; the only image I have of you holding and smiling at me. A beautiful ring from your collection, its origin will remain unknown to me. One of your many scrunchies that would hold your curly ponytail, it still smells like you. Your purse bible filled with cough drop wrapper 

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