My Mother, My Angel

A mother and her youngest child:

All of my firsts were all of her lasts.

I was the final offspring she nourished,

Both inside and outside of the womb.

I was the final bird to fly the nest,

Did she notice my broken wings?

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True & Constant | Big & Little

“True & Constant”

I fully believed those words,

One main reason I chose Nu.

I will always believe in the “4 Ls,”

I believed in them long before Nu,

With an intensity I didn’t often see.

But you always did.

And I always noticed.


I will be honest:

I did not want a Big.

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