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You gave me life
You showed me death
Taught me the roles of mother and wife
Until cancer took away your breath

We were blessed with time
To fix and mend
To spin on a dime
Words and deeds to amend

I know I'll never again see your face
But in memory you live and beam
I'll never again feel your motherly embrace
Do the dead also dream?

It's wrong to cling to your memory
To grieve, cling to past
Grasping for scraps of history
Into the sea, my pain I'll cast