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The strongest woman I know

is also the weakest.

Sipping liquid courage,

she does the best she can.

Knowing this,

I can no longer blame her

for clutching on

to a can.

If her pain were mine,

I might just do the same

to pass the time.

But no matter how much time passes,

things remain unchanged.

The weakest woman I know

is also the strongest.

I love her regardless,

because that's my mama cat

just being Jayne.


Poem by Taylor Rico. September 2017.