but it is sad

she was a perfectly fine girl
but she did not know her own name
(life had not taught her yet)

you can tell by the way she smiled
happiness, swelled with confidence
(without a hint of brokeness)

she lives on now, only in pictures
and memories of before
(what other memories are there?)

it is sad when a mother dies
not as sad as when a baby actually dies
(but it is sad, nonetheless)

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