Taxi (Mother)
I’ve only got one
Most have two,
Or sometimes even three
I used to have two
Until one left
I was hurt when the split came
One gave me comfort,
One told me hate towards the other
Upon growing up I realized,
One is all you need
Because one can be everything
Taxi driver, chef, emotional supporter,
Teacher, anything and everything
A mother
This poem is about:
My family
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