Mother
Watching her,
I always do.
Every little thing.
From a gesture, to a smile, or a sigh.
I look to her with beaming eyes.
The way she carries herself so high,
when her confidence is feeling low.
I just hope she always knows,
She'll never have to do it all alone.
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