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The Past
A migration to escape the past,
Just a mother and her son
Together on a journey that won’t last.
Coming to America, they thought they’d won,
For twelve years the start of a new life
Through sweat and struggle, overcoming the transition.
A mother soon to be a new wife
Contracted a disease so deadly,
She had to undergo the knife.
Leaving her son with a mournful melody
As she ascended that one lonely October morning,
Overwhelmed with bittersweet tears, so sad yet so heavenly.
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