A Mother’s Love, a Son’s Regrets – Fourth of the Lineage Poems
But she was also the quieter, smaller one of the two. I always had the sense that she chose to hold herself close, always to defer.
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But she was also the quieter, smaller one of the two. I always had the sense that she chose to hold herself close, always to defer.