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  • You are beautiful.
    I see you in my son's face,
    Although we've never met, and I don't have a photograph to show me
    that it might be the quirky eyebrow
    or cheekbone slant,
    noble nose,
    or dazzling smile,
    the beauty that came from you.

    You are strong.
    You labored long and heavy
    (I wasn't there, but I was told, and I believe the story's true)
    I have watched my son master
    any sport he ever tried,
    at any age,
    coordinated and skillful
    with the strength that came from you.

    You are brave.
    I feel the cost of your choices,
    although I've never walked your path nor made so great a sacrifice.
    I see your courage in him.
    He moves with confidence
    in the world,
    salutes life's challenges,
    because of the legacy of your bravery.

    You are honored.
    I am the one who honors you,
    even if these words might never reach your eyes or ears.
    I beg the universe
    to touch you
    with deep understanding of
    the gratitude that overflows my heart.
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