Smarten up young man
My mother would say to me
I still hear her voice
Pretending sternness
As if eighty years stopped
Nothing between us
Now I see her
In three phases
Closest to her
When she was
Seventeen and had
Just lost her mother
In the second she
Betrayed me or so
I thought in the third
An old woman
Anyone would love
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