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Once there were two women
Who never knew each other.
One you do not remember
The other you call, "Mother"

Two different lives
Shaped to make yours one.
One became your guiding star,
The other became your sun.

The first gave you life,
And the second taught you to live in it.
The first gave you a need for love,
And the second was there to give it.

One gave you a nationality;
The other gave you a name.
One gave you the seed of talent
The other gave you an aim.

One gave you emotions;
The other calmed your fears.
One saw your first sweet smile;
The other dried your tears.

One gave you up,
It was all that she could do.
The other prayed for a child,
And God led her straight to you.

And now you ask me through your tears,
The age-old question of the years,
Heredity or environment,
Which are you the product of?

Neither, my darling, neither.
Just two different kinds of love.

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