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March 25, 2016
So much sense from Mother’s tongue;
how right she was all along.
Too late, alas to tell her so,
her wisdom melted with the snow.
So much love in Mother’s eyes;
such loyalty without compromise.
Too late alas to say, I love you too.
Not enough to wonder if she knew.
So much laughter in Mother’s voice;
when tears subsided, little choice.
Too late alas to understand,
the task of being my right hand.
So much care in Mother’s actions;
time for herself – just minute fractions.
Too late, alas to thank her now!
She was my rock, to her I bow.
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