M-o-m
Before I was born,
Before I was alive
She knew. She felt it.
Having carried three minds
At one time, including her very own
She knew.
I am older now. She if older now
And still
She teaches me new things.
How to live, how to breathe
How to appreciate.
She is my mentor. She is m-o-m.
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