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Her Me 
(45th Birthday Tribute)

45 years ago, she was born
25 years later, I too
Through her
And now it's 20 I'm turning,
And she is the first number I said.

Motherhood requires a lot
She has the most.
I may not understand her
at some point,
But I would love to spend every life with her.

Why? Because Her 'Me' is us and our shelter,
A definition of a true Mother.


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