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She’s my Mother.

 

I was young and fragile.
She held me,
With teary eyes that were

beaming with happiness.

Holding my tiny fingers,
She taught me to walk,
Through the hardships of life.

We fight.
We laugh.
We love.
But, it is only she who forgives.

I grew up,
To be a monster.
A Monster who fails to understand her.
Yet, she smiles.

She is the best actress
As she pretends well enough
In hiding her grief
To protect the serenity
And unity
In the atmosphere.

– Mother

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