Mama
Callused hands you worked so hard to smooth
Catch me and I know
Consciously you don't mean for me to see
Grace fall from your eyes
Green and glowing like
Gulps of the lake rising in your throat
Rich like we never were
Reaching for a dream we've only known in films
Ready to shed our skin to get what we deserve
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