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To: Mother

where were you
when my knees gave themselves out?

and where were you
when i let myself down?

standing with a crutch
and hints of a past

your beauty faded
and all along the way
you jaded
they stated

for every lesson
i learned
i grew

for every time you held me close
i couldn't help
but recognize
that you knew otherwise
and i looked right through your eyes


asking for help
you passed on the train

turning wheels
and windows

i kept to myself
and stayed outside
where the cool breeze teaches
and the warm winds whisper while i wish
for winter