Mom,
I remember my adolescents
and how you consoled me
when I cried
when my father left
I remember consoling you
when you cried
It's funny to think
that you parent me with shoulders
heavy with countless burdens
and still smile day after day
numb to the reality of pain
how can I not love you.
Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 6:47 PM UTC
Mom,
I remember my adolescents
and how you consoled me
when I cried
when my father left
I remember consoling you
when you cried
It's funny to think
that you parent me with shoulders
heavy with countless burdens
and still smile day after day
numb to the reality of pain
how can I not love you.
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