you grew a year younger
maybe at forty we could drink wine
and laugh at our partners together
at fifty i'd help you move out from college
and yet cry again when you left home
at sixty i'd tell you
you're the best woman i've ever known
at seventy i'd hold you in my arms
and hushed you to sleep
i'd bathe you with parfumes
and smile as you discover
how big the world is
but it would never get to be
a greater love than yours
- mom
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