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The 13th Mother's Day

This is the 13th Mother's Day that has come around since your life came to an end. When you passed away, I didn't just lose a mother, I also lost my best friend. We used to spend Mother's Days together but we can't anymore. You went to Heaven twelve years ago when you were sixty-four. You became a mother in 1967 when you brought my brother into the world. I was born almost four years later and you incorrectly believed I'd be a girl. An aneurysm ended your life and we buried you in the ground. I can not enjoy Mother's Day because you're no longer around. I'll join you in Heaven but I don't know when. But it will be great when we're together again. [Dedicated to Agnes johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013]

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