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18 lines
750 B
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I dedicate this work to my mother, Lorna J. Singer, 1960-2018.
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Owing to family troubles, she raised me all on her own.
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She was my one true friend and taught me everything I know about life.
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I was not always easy to take care of,
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but she was always there for me, no matter what.
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To me, her memory is kept alive in her namesake purple plush rabbit,
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which I bought as a gift for her, and reclaimed when she passed.
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At that time, I was already going through other troubles,
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and because of that, she died believing she had failed me as a parent.
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If there is an afterlife, I can only hope she looks proudly down upon me now,
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and sees how wrong she was.
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I wonder if perhaps the rabbit sees.
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Her ashes were spread over the ocean. She is one with it now.
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