Mom
Her tiny hand in mine.
So precious, so innocent, so true.
Sacrifices I make – by choice or force….but ultimately for her sake.
Sometimes I cry, sometimes I laugh.
Loneliness, exclusions – mine to embrace.
To face, to accept.
With patience – I’ll learn to fly.
Again.
Break free of broken promises.
Take off the too big shoes.
Smile at adversity – win.
If only, in the end, to lose.
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