Long, long ago you gave me birth.
And little did I know
that you would live for ninety-two years
before you had to go.
On March the 6th I celebrate
the day that you were born.
I remember you always in my heart
and in my prayers at night and morn.
You gave me strength and always knew
what needed to be said.
Sometimes I didn't listen to you.
I was stubborn in my head.
You did not reproach me or try to change
who I wanted to be.
Instead you silently guided
and I became me.
So many times I think of you
while I'm here on earth.
So I will light a candle today
to celebrate your birth.
Love, from your daughter
Gigi
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