At her knees I wept my hands cradled hers
Silent her voice, filled with thickness and tears
Frail her shoulders bowed, nestled her despair
Fifty years bequeathed vanished without care
Crumpled in darkness she emptied her soul
Though she was broken she still was my sun
With tear filled eyes she quietly did say
Your dad has left but I am here to stay
Through time I know we miss but we will move on
This lady my hero, always my mom
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