Tuesday, May 6, 2008


Today is my birthday.

I am 44 years old.

I have been without my mother for 40 years.

She was 44 years old when she died.

I have a 4 year old.

I was 4 years old.

I am living my dream.

She never got to live her dream.

I look like her.

I have her hands.

I carry her dreams.

Today is my birthday.

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