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We are born lost, pure

Waiting for someone to open the door

To adventure.

You lead,

And I follow.

Through it all, though.

Through the mud

And the leaves

Through the flood

And the trees

Through the rays of the sun

Until we are one.

Mother and daughter

Like Lewis and Clark

You never forgot her

Even when the sky grew dark.

You lit the way 

As a distant star

That guided the stray

In her memoir.