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Back then I was blind to the outcome,

A sliver mask hid your secret sickness,

You always wore that robe

and I believed what everyone said,

"She's going to be fine. It's going to be okay."

My love never fading,

Even as I watched what she did to herself,

I would never sit with you because of the smoke,

and I regret that now,

Being with you was lifeless,

And our endless battles

Made me resent you more,

But that love was always there,

Susan Anne Murray Lamarre.

It was a pleasure of having you as my mom and I will always love you

Like a musician who enjoys playing a difficult piece.

A/N: I was going to upload this on November 16th in memory of my mother but I want to do it now. Every time I read this I miss her and love her more. I will be hopefully creating another poem on her anniversary in loving memory for her. I wrote this for my creative writing class and I love the last line. In memory of my mother as one of her favorite movies plays now as I upload this, Dirty Dancing. And it's the iconic scene. May you rest in peace.

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⏰ Last updated: Nov 04, 2012 ⏰

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