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Mother


How I'd love to hear you voice,
once again
finding maybe that mine matches yours now 
the same timbre, the same words
 
I've grown older than you have
in your lifetime
and I'm not old, yet 

Sometimes I seek some sense of belonging
knowing that I am yours
but finding only photographs, fading in time 

I know I have some of your habits
reading
and loving the little things in life
those will never change
 
I miss you
I'll always miss you
even when I am old

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