My Mother's Book

My mother writes poetry.
She has for years, though I never knew.
She keeps her poems in a journal,
Tucked safely away.
She showed me the book once.
I read all the poems in it.
Things that I never thought twice about,
She wrote about.
Things I never thought she remembered,
She wrote about.
Things I did when I was two years old,
She wrote about.
It was beautiful.
I had never seen her as creative before,
I had never even liked poetry before.
But her book,
Tucked away in a drawer until that day,
It brought me to tears.

This poem is about: 
My family

Comments

Emmanuel55

Wow. What a story. Hopefully this conects you to your mother even more and strengthens that bond.

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