when I was born,
there was a soul beside me,
it was my mother.....
when I was older she taught
me, who I am
when I was 20, ..
she became old but,
still young in my heart.
when she was sick,
she bore the pain
for me.
but when she was,
at her last breath
I wasn't there beside her
yet....
she smiled for the last time.
now, when I cry I remember her,
for she was,
the only soul to console..
After all I am too late for something...
a thing very important....
someone important...........
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