Pancakes

 
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As a child nothing mattered

But the warmth of my mother’s hold

As I grew I begin to go

Abandoned by the mother I did not truly know

I still loved her

I still do

Still love the mother I never knew

The one who held me

Who kept me warm

Who fault the demons

When I could fight no more

Who told me stories to get me through the storms

Whose ghost stores rivaled the best story-teller

I love this mother

The one from the past

The mother without a care

The one who made me pancakes filled with wishes

The mother who made dreams come true

When dreaming was a luxury

The mother I did not know

The mother, who , deep inside

Didn’t even know her own soul

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