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my first and last memory of my mother

occurred on the same day

the day she died.

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This where I placed my marker.

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I realized I existed.

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I've never thought of myself as a daughter.

I have always considered myself

a motherless daughter,

with two best friends:

grief and longing.

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These two have shadowed me for much of my life.

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They  are my constant companions;

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they remind me that I was

 

once

some

woman's

daughter.

 

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