I always blamed my mother,
For doing this , doing that
Looking after the family throughout her life
Looking after us even when her back ached, muscles sore
Getting ready at last, always
For not taking care of herself
For doing everything alone
For being a superwoman
Then, I realised
It was because I didn't take responsibility for my part,
And it all fell on her shoulders.
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