A poem for my mother

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To You Ma I can't think straight for you aren't there. I can't think straight for you're everywhere. In the glass of my mind where I visibly see You an enigma, my sister and me. You're all down as well as above You're my messenger, my pain, my love. You're in them, those that can't see, The beautiful flowers and the deep blue sea. You're the crowd that seeks no revenge. You're the crown that welcomes change. You're my mind. You are me. It took me so long for my heart to see.