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When she cries, she cries alone,
She does not cry out of pain
She cries because she is sad and is lost in all that she supposes should be,
She is watching from that maternal place where reason and rhythm fight over reality.
She was there when birthing was but a memory and she got lost in a desire that was not hers to keep.
She fought for the instance taken for granted because as much as she shelter them all without her they would have to understand it.
She tried to catch them as they fell but did not help their reach
She made them fear the excel,
The range was not hers to extent,
They feared the try and she did not in life prepare them for the mere attempt.
She only wanted the best for them but refused to teach them to walk without her,
Her need to be needed was the trap that had them standing still.
She wanted to see them succeed but their run was her greatest fear
A mother is more than holding on
A mother must learn to release
We must make it safe as they learn to stand on their own two feet
