And my mother
Is so wonderful
The way I’d wake up in the mornings
But her first
And I’d come downstairs
To only use that bathroom
Out of habit
But to see the light
Of that habit
To watch her
Put on her makeup
Although she wasn’t akin
To the staring
I did
Or the fact
I was watching
Her artistry
Every morning
Go off to work
No matter what
And how
I love her so much
Because
That is the truth
She taught me
Without the classroom
But in real life
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