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My mother was absent
as I grew up.
Not from the beginning,
but once I entered adolescence
she was gone.

She has no recollection of
my proudest moment,
my first kiss.
I grew up distant from her
stolen away
when she no longer had the strength
to care for me.

She is blissfully unaware
of years of time
slipped away beyond recall.
What little she knows
are surreal fragments—
impressions, pictures, moments,
often with no bearing on reality,
with only a faint uneasy feeling
of something missing.

And I—
I grew up right in front of her
but she never saw me.
And I am the only one who will recall.