January 17, 2011
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I looked up to you.
Tall and able to lift anything.
You built me the best tree house,
Taught me to fish and swim too.

Hold Mom's hand.
Dress so nice for church.
I admired the way you prayed.
I wanted to be just like you,
You were the best.

But when you're young, you're also naive.
You weren't as strong as I thought.
Holding Mom's hand was for public viewing only.
Now I know why you prayed so hard.

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