For three years I thought, "What's a silver spoon Mom?"
Now I know it's something people like me never have
For three years I thought, "Mom, why don't we have beds?"
Now I know it's the place everyone spends 90% of their life at
For three years I thought, "Why does everyone own a big box?"
Now I know it's a place we call home
Two years later I thought, "Mom, why are you crying?"
She pointed at the silver object in my hand I used to eat
"We're getting there sweetie", she said brightening up with a smile.
Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 5:55 PM UTC
For three years I thought, "What's a silver spoon Mom?"
Now I know it's something people like me never have
For three years I thought, "Mom, why don't we have beds?"
Now I know it's the place everyone spends 90% of their life at
For three years I thought, "Why does everyone own a big box?"
Now I know it's a place we call home
Two years later I thought, "Mom, why are you crying?"
She pointed at the silver object in my hand I used to eat
"We're getting there sweetie", she said brightening up with a smile.
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