Being a mother is
like flying a kite.
You build it with all
the care you can
using all the good
colors and being
sure it is totally
balanced;
even tying on a
beautiful tail
that is sure to
keep it steady
and then you let it go
and let it fly
wherever it wants
and wherever the
wind may take it
but you always keep
just a enough
contact with that
string to let it
know you are
still there.
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