Strong
Silver,shining hair
Subtle sorrow in her eyes
I love my mother
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Reminisce
We laugh in the car
Moonlight quickly disappears
Memory always
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Liberation
She covers herself
They say she is oppressed
She is the most free
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Winter
Bitter cold burns skin
Gray skies envelope the sun
The Oaks are now bare
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