Do they carry us,
Or do we carry them.
The are all gone now,
but one.
The one who was my mom,
And the one's who wanted to be.
I feel their luv.
I understand their fears.
Now I take their lessons,
And make them my own.
To father the ones,
Who remain.
They are gone now, but remain with me, to share.
* At one time, or another, all of my aunt's expressed a desire to be my mom
Sept 11 2015
Facebook.
Update Sept 20, 2018
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