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my spark, my mother

 20 years old 

Crossing the seas filled with dreams

Memories scatter her past as she leaves her home, searching for a better life 

The weight of daughter and mother on her shoulders

She dares to dream for those who couldn't before 

Creating her story


Sooner is 30 than 20 

Dreaming and working 

Her child's future is always on her mind 

Creating her story 


Reaching 40 leaving 30 behind

Achieving her dreams making us proud 

Never giving up or breaking down

Inspiring those who are afraid to dream

Still a work in progress 

Creating her story


40 years old 

The story of a woman, brilliant and kind 

Come a long way from where she began  

Sharing her dreams and inspiring others 

Creating her story 


Obstacles learn to be scared of her 

An unstoppable wave 

Achieved the unachievable  

A true hero amongst us in the shadows 

This is my mother, my hero

And her story deserves to be told 

My words do not have enough power to describe what she holds. 

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