A polyester skirt from the seventies That’s what she wore With her long hair fixed neatly in a bun Two brown eyes that could see through the thickest soul A smile that could make even the grumpiest person know She had faith in their happiness She was a teacher A woman with delicately strong features She had the voice on an angel When she would sing Her love for life floated around her Like a cloud of smoke Holding on to each little fiber She never apologized for her mistakes Only noted that she never made any She wasn’t ashamed of her past Even though it wasn’t the best Her daughter hated her Despised her sunny disposition She wanted to be nothing like her Even though it wasn’t her decision God created both From the same mold Each with the same worn out clay Their patterns were the same She hung around the library On the weekends Reading self help magazines And gossip columns from the local paper She knew who she was And no one could tell her any different Small town girl With big dreams four failed marriages and children numbering three her boyfriend was half her age maybe a little younger she didn't care what people said their love was stronger than anyone she knew Her son lived with his father he was convinced that his mother was insane and maybe she was she did her job the best she could though sometime she knew she could do better no one argued with her cause she was always right and if you said she wasn't your words weren't worth her precious time Her daughter had a dream She wanted to be as far away from her mother as she could But with a woman like her She knew she never wouldBirth sign: Aries
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