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THE FIRST TIME I CRIEDIt was the year 1939 Mom came into the room She screamed loudly There was a rat in my crib The rat didn't scare me One time she found me playing with a Black widow spider No I cried when the air raid came on nightly we were poor Mom insisted we move My daycare, next door they stored road construction piping My playmates rats and bug and spiders Age of six I took care of my younger sister Dad he was a no show Mom had to work She couldn't afford day care Neighbor lady kept her until Dandy came home from school It was the way things were during the war years in Seattle The most frightful thing I would do Someone had to start the fire or we would freeze. I dropped the match and Sis and I closed our eyes--Swoosh! The next time I cried the day Mom died I know this will bring back memories The first day you remember crying Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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