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You Must Choose Your Own Path to Thrive!

She was so glad of her baby girl.
It was her first attempt to ride the cycle.
She was walking with her pink ride that day,
And held her tight while riding all the way.
Both of them riding together hail and happy,
The baby girl and her dear mommy.
On the empty street, her mommy has led,
And left the cycle for her own to direct.

“Mumma, Mumma, please don’t leave,
I might fall, please do believe.
I will cry if you go away,
I need you close, please you stay”

“My little angel, please don’t shed tear,
You know it well your Mumma does care.
You have my back always in life,

But you must choose your own path to thrive.”

She entered her room and touched her head,
Then sat next to her old wrinkled bed.
She held her hand and pressed it tight,
And wished she had the courage to fight.
They sat together, quiet and gloomy,
The little angel and her dying mommy.

They both had tears they are trying to hide,
They keep staring at each other with a plight.

“Mumma, Mumma, please don’t leave,
I might fall please do believe.
I will cry if you go away,
I still need you close, please you stay”

“My little angel, I love you, you know,
I want to be with you, but I have to go.
I live in your memories forever in life,

But you must choose your own path to thrive.”

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