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When I suffer a fall
And each moment I find myself broken
Wallowing in pain of yore.
I flee, desperate for refuge
Fear I've reached the tunnel's end
You come like an angel.
You caress my forlorn heart
Soothe my soul and calm me down
And prod me to go on.
You breathe life in me
fill me with hope, urge to fight
my innate morosity and despair
each trophy, accolade of mine
to you i attribute, Mother, my anchor
Light of life and reason to survive.
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Author Notes
My mother has been my ideal since the first time I remember understanding the word 'Ideal.' Her persistent encouragement in whatever I do has pushed me to go beyond my self-perceived limitations, human and emotional.
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