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I lay on my mother's lap each night
after a hard day's toil,
recounting to her the day's lore
while she brushes her tired fingers on my forehead
with a fresh smile on her face
full of love and nurture
until I fall asleep
in a peace only she can make me experience,
the gentility of her finger's strokes
ironing the creases of worry on my face
into a broad smile.
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