NO MOTHER
No mother
Will return to her former self.
She is bits of who she was
But entirely new
Refined by the nights she sacrifices
Cultivated by putting others first
Polished yet dulled by her service.
No mother
Is free like she used to be
Giving her will to others
Winning and losing
But never whole.
Scarred by unmet dreams.
Blasted by daily guilt.
Chained by obligations.
No mother
Is the same.
Nor would she ever change this.
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No Mother
by Stephanie Daich
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