' 'mother' 'father' 'life' 'family' 'childhood' 'home' 'love' 'growing up'
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There is a place in my parent's backyard
Where the pyracantha curve towards the house
Spiky leaves press up against cream colored chipped siding
Mom, your love is a mystery:
How can you do it all?
Mother is such a simple word,
But to me there’s meaning seldom heard.
For everything I am today,
My mother’s love showed me the way.
Mom” stop eating your fat”
Daughter “but I only weigh 130 pounds”
‘stop eating all this food you fatty”
‘I only weigh 120 pounds
“you look amazing”
I looked at the stars, found them pretty, they seem so far I looked furthermore, looked outside, parks, in a store I sat down on a chair, after looking everywhere I started looking more, even checked upstairs I asked a police chief, and I asked
Outside, the rays of sunshine that glide through the green canopies of river birch trees
And land on me, a three-year-old filled with glee
We have all come such long ways.
whether near to our dear, or far from home,
with each a story of our own
It may be patience, trust or love,
new chapters just to prove
Sunlight, rainbows, smiles, and joy
I knew nothing else
Not anger, sadness, or pain
I had a father, a mother
Two sisters and a brother
The sun is raising
The birds are chirping
The pancake and eggs are their
You tell me to go to sleep, I would not care.
The sun is rising
The alarm is ringing
I have no time to do my hair
I saw a child playing with the falls of autumnThe innocence in his face, the laughter in his smileLike a tiny dandelion, I show him blossom.
There is a song that I was forced to hear
The voices were often lined with not love, but neither hate
This song is known far and near
This song was never recieved with much love, but neither hate
A baby bottle. A soothing hand in my hair.
Coos in different languages as I steal the family’s attention.
The marble floor is cold and I giggle; my fluffiest socks protect me!
