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Mother

To mom.

In this mad world of bake or die
 You sing your own foreign tunes
 Made of the many melodies that
 Through this life you have learnt
 
 And when the lyrics are awry
 When your voice breaks and shudders
 When a wall stands in your way
 Your run across it with arms arched
 
 None have yet slowed your pace
 For the run of the bird is a sight
 And many have run from it in vain
 Because your path is sure and certain
 
 A baker with murder on the mind
 A singer who can soar like a bird
 A mother that makes laughter easy
 You are all of these things and more

(2013)

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