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When I was a child
and life was new for a boy like me sitting on the terrace by the covered stones, I dreamed I saw a fairy staring at the stars where fireflies danced to the light of the moon peeping down on me, my mother smiling to hold me dear and hug me close as I wonder why I’m blind from birth, seeing through her eyes the stars above the moon to shine on the fairy dreams I dreamed in her arms. Today I write in braille of my memories there to place upon her grave in loving words to say for her to remember - "I love you Mom for being my guiding light in the darkness of my mind standing here beside your grave your eyes of blue to see for me"
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