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There is a special story about the poem below. Years ago, a medium gave my mom and I this poem after a reading, which she gave to us on this nice stationary covered in dragonflies. Months before my mother died and before we even knew she was sick, I was looking at books in her room with her and she pulled it out of a folder. I had sort of forgotten about it but recognized the dragonfly stationary right away. ​

When she became sick, it was literally the last thing she posted on Facebook, in her story of all places. She was debilitated at that point, barely able to speak or use her phone to text, let alone to go on Facebook and navigate to post a picture on her story. I was stunned. ​

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I later read it at her funeral during her eulogy, because it was something that meant so much to both of us. Fast forward to the last night of my mediumship class and my teacher said she had something she wanted to read to us. And low and behold, it was this poem. I again was taken aback. I had chills instantly and knew that my mom was fully supporting my work.