Once she was carrying me around this earth waiting for the moment to birth me.

Now I walk around wondering where I should bury her.

One day she was excited I took my first steps.

Today I worry about her taking her last steps.

When I was a baby she must have wondered who I would become.

At times I wonder who she was when she was a child.

I practice yoga. I eat organic food. I write.

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