My mother died,
But she lives within me.
I am a reflection of her.

I see her face in my face.
I hear her voice in my voice.
I count my steps like she used to count hers.
I tell stories like she used to tell them

I see her in my little sisters,
Her compassion, her love of life, her wisdom, her sense of humor.
My mother died,
But she will live forever through us.

We are her reflection.

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