Her
Her love never comes void unto me
Her touch never comes with pain
Her presence never comes with discomfort
Her chastisement never came without warning
Her prayers never were selfish
Her spirit never rest uneasy
Her living was never for herself
And her is the reason behind my humble ways
Her is my strength when I am weakened
Her is my light in the tunnel of darkness
Her is my mother who formed me in a form of herself
Her is me and I am Her.
Sincerely,
Her Daughter
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