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an untitled poem for someone's mother
There have been so many times
I've spent alone
wishing I could join the human race
wishing, just for once, that me
mother was there to teach me what
she is supposed to teach me.
I have memories of the human touch,
they embrace my thoughts
my actions
mooshed together like a peanut
butter and jelly sandwich
you are the good stuff in the middle,
my mother used to tell you,
and I cling to the words
like they're your last link to earth
I want to tell her
I want to tell her
I'm sorry even though I don't know
why.
I've spent alone
wishing I could join the human race
wishing, just for once, that me
mother was there to teach me what
she is supposed to teach me.
I have memories of the human touch,
they embrace my thoughts
my actions
mooshed together like a peanut
butter and jelly sandwich
you are the good stuff in the middle,
my mother used to tell you,
and I cling to the words
like they're your last link to earth
I want to tell her
I want to tell her
I'm sorry even though I don't know
why.
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an untitled poem for someone`s mother
an untitled poem for someone`s mother
