in my life
to redeem
to reclaim
the optimal of its existence
My mom's most precious pride
So I have screwed up
Yet
Many a time I tried
The inner beauty to recover
The outer scaring
A different task of mine
Many a month
Many a day
On the Road to redemption
I felt
I failed
My mom's most precious pride to take care of
The guilt
That strong sense of guilt
That eats you from inside...
Until
months soaking in fabric softener
Many a piece of sand paper
Another few days in baking soda
Restore
Your beauty... up to a certain degree
The up most I could do...
My mom's most precious pride
You were much worse off... such I won't show...
Although
to some
The image might already be too gross...
You are doing much better... such I do know...
Despite some inevitable scaring
On the road to redemption
Now I know...
Many more a time will there be
In the kitchen
Mama me say....
Other than the three daughters I gave birth to
This pot we bought is my most precious pride
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