Mary. Maria.
The former her name, the latter more befitting.
Ask me why, I don’t know.
The latter, more ethereal. Other-Worldly. Heavenly.
Her.
A woman of great courage, not afraid to stand up to her beliefs even when everyone around her was falling.
A mentor to many, mostly without her knowledge, instilled important life skills.
My life i owe her. literally and otherwise.
Many time along the path i faltered, slipped, fell.
Yet because of her i stood back up, maybe alittle bent, slumped and stumped, but i stood up all the same.
I hated her. Oh, foolish hate.
I loved her. Oh innocent, purest love.
I loved her
I love her
Only one word is big enough to encompass all this
MOTHER.
My mother.
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