Above all my mother
Hated phonies and liars
Which was a lot of people
In those days she thought
But it was her spontaneity
That taught me so much
About getting over myself
I so admired her pride
Even when I hated her
Which happened with
Increasing frequency
As we got older
No it wasn't hate
More like fear
I didn't love her enough
As much as she did me
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