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Aug 2012
She has no mercy for herself
Her duty is to others
Selflessly sheΒ Β keeps the peace
The penitence of Mothers.

Forgive me now the Pedestal
I see it was your Cross
My adoration kept you on
Your pedestal of Loss.

Forgive me too my arrogance
I thought I saw you true
Your saintliness a chosen role
Full You I never knew

Holy Suffering  now Unveiled
Goddess Martyr  Self-Impaled.
This poem was inspired by my beloved mother, with whom I am still evolving , many years after her death.
K Mae
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K Mae  Maine, USA
(Maine, USA)   
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