My teacher, my mentor (but you never knew)
safe in your shadow, tagging along always.
Sharing your victories, and some troubles too
laughing, crying (good days and bad days)
my knowledge comes from your errors,
my security is molded from your terrors.
I am typical, because you were not
I feel odd, because you never did.
Your river runs into a giant delta,
and weaves in and out, through the fabric
of all the people,
Lucky enough to ever share your life.
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