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Mother
I've always called you mother
When my friends
would call their mothers
mama
I would glare
That's too warm and loving
nothing like you
Mama is
warm homemade cookies
cinnamon apples
raspberry jam
Sunday morning pancakes and bacon
You were never mama
You were
cold, slate, dark
sadness, anger, tears
I always wished I had a mama
Sometimes
I even
wished
she was
you

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