Insecure yet chasing for material independance,
Hiding envy from her sisters that had their stroke of luck,Sometimes they hear true regret losing her reverence,
Of her life, often with sounds of wind and saliva as they struck.
Like the weather, her finances were tolerably inconsistent,
They went through days without electricity or water,
They could not help but feel a pinch of anger toward their parent,
Of an unfulfilled responsibility for her son and daughters,
Yet her love undeniable and pure as age extends,
Actions and words were affections camouflaged,
Because of them, her life and dreams were bent,
Such an arduous path she has trudged.
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