She is ever present
But I miss her every day.
She sews the buttons on my pants
that I long ago outgrew.
She sheltered me under wing
From the storms that raged
But pushed me out of the nest
So I would learn to fly.
Her silent actions deafened me;
Her class a reproach to my ego.
And her smile healed
the multitude of scrapes and bruises
suffered at the hands of a cruel world.
As she made her exit
from this world without complaint
I never knew how much a part of my life she was.
She is ever present
But I miss her every day.
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