My Mother

May 31, 2017
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By the window
Stood my mother
Familiar though
I’ve never met her

Skin was pale
Cheeks were hollow
Tall and fair
With eyes of sorrow

Her nervous stance
Made my heart swell
She sought acceptance
I longed for as well

My father raised me
On his own
A lonely king
Upon his throne

But there she was
His lost queen
Once no one to me
Now she was everything

By the window
Stood my mother
A stranger though
I always loved her.

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