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Aug 2015
Insignificant conversations
Faux-friendly smiles
The agonizing transition
Into a dull and lack luster routine
My reality: no job will ever be
As full of joy and excitement
No job will ever be as rewarding
No increase in salary could ever replace
The love so freely given
The love that gave me purpose
MOM is the greatest job of all
MOM is the only title that fits
MOM.
MOM was me.
Angel Ann Fulford 8/16/15 ©
Angel Ann Fulford
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