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when i was a child, my mother spoke to me,

Take a look in the mirror, what do you see?

I didn't understand it then,I cocked my head to the side,

I Whispered I see a little girl with blue eyes.

That was the last memory i had of my mother,

She left my family to Create another.

I understand it now, What she meant that day in my past,

When you look in the mirror are you sure its you staring back.

Sometimes i look , when i am sad and alone, and i think i see,

My mother's Faded Blue eyes filled with tears, Crying with me.

I sometimes see, A Drug Addict; With no home to reside,

Or a Small child hugging to her mother's side.

When i am angry i see a Drunken Woman not fit to be a wife,

Or a Hopeless teenager who wants to end their life.

No Matter who i turn out to be,

I know my Mother will be Proud Of Me.


I know its a little out there but Please Review i want to know if its okay and if i should Publish More.