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My mother taught me how to sing
Even if you can’t,
How to do what you enjoy
With or without talent.
She taught me how to craft, create
Food and woolen things;
She gave me strength and daring to
Learn to use my wings.
And now, although she is long gone,
I know she would be proud
Of what I do and who I am:
Because of her, unbowed.