The reason I grew
Like the rose garden she caters,
Every part of me stems from her.
She has become my inspiration,
I have grounded myself in a similar foundation.
I was an adolescent imitator,
Growing alongside my collaborator.
An appreciation for her complexion,
I hope she sees herself in my reflection.
My strength, my growth, my bloom
Should all be accredated to you
My mother, my model, my muse
You are the reason I grew
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