My Mother

              My Mother

 I tied my hair into a bun

Was surprised, looked exactly

like my mom!

The desire to see her once more

Brought me to the mirror again...

The image blurred...

The image blurred, as tears rained..

Mothers are an inseparable part

Though mortal..they live on...in every mortal Heart! ! ! ! !

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