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She isn’t like me, oh how I wished she was!
Does every mom go through this emotion?
This one thought that blinds our superficial eye
And shrouds the mind with incessant comparison?
The meaningless, shallow, base thinking
Looking out for inane extensions of what she will excel at?
Maybe reading, a sport or a dance?
Aren’t we all promised one talent and I was scampering for hers
But drawing a blank!
Drawing a blank as my yardstick felt so terribly short
Oh Myra, what I treasure I have in you
Today you taught me my most valuable lesson
How simply you said, Mom I came last but I remain positive and I will never give up
You could have easily walked away or blamed others
Were you scoffed at and still held strong?
You didn’t give up, I would have in all probabilities!
Thank you for unfurling my blinkered vision
before I marred something so precious with my innocuous thinking
She isn’t like me and I can’t thank god enough for that.
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