Everyday, I look in the mirror and I see
My mother's reflection staring right back at me.
Suffice to say she can't be radically real
I have to survive this sweet, sweet ordeal.
Because half of me,
Half of me owns to her appeal.
And half of me knows
The burden of life's blows.
In memory, we all toast,
To a life lived loved, forever blessed.
Sweet caress,
Here on out rest.
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