Soul
She has a perfect
sense of style,
lifting me and my
faded pants and
tee-shirts up
from blandness.
She has an acute
sense of taste,
precise and never faulty,
keeping me and my
cooking mistakes away
from matricide.
She has a demanding
sense of honesty,
for others, for herself,
keeping me and my fears
in check, moving ever bravely
toward the truth.
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