She used to be young
beautiful with wild dreams
She used to have hopes
For things to happen for her
She used to be the young lady
Every young man wanted to date
She used to be beautiful with choices
But she had to sacrifice them to raise us
To be a mother for you and I to be.
She had to give up on her dreams …
To allow us to have some and embrace them.
Now she walks with grace despite the wrinkles on her face.

Paterne Freeman Shadowriter, Wild and Free, Poetry Volume

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