Memories
They have carried the mahogany chair and the cane rocker.
They have hefted the massive oak china cabinet.
They have gently moved the tall antique upright piano.
They have carefully folded the clothes and put them in boxes.
They have wrapped the delicate old family china in newspapers.
They have lovingly buried the knick-knacks in packing peanuts.
They reminisced as the pictures came down from the walls.
A lifetime of treasures and memories no longer in her house, forever in our hearts.
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