My hero lives in a brown shuttered house
and smiles every time I arrive
She chases me with wooden spoons
Pretends she invented potato soup
Crushes on men with mustaches
Her candy dish is always full
She keeps my secrets
She worries
She forgives
She lets me be myself
Unapologetically be myself
She likes me
She gives me pennies for the wishing well
She sacrifices
She prays
She gives
She stands at the door of her brown shuttered house
to wave to me as I leave
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