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I desired this title
The becoming of a mother
I immersed myself in the odyssey
Discarding all that was solitary
I can see the seasons more clearly
As they guide me through your years
Until you no longer need to hold my hand
Until your footprints are larger than mine in the sand
My happiness in having birthed you will change
Allowing me to grow the child into the adult
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