she took me to school
all looking gentleman
nobody looks like me
i'm doom; most girls
with colorful ribbons
and high pitch voice
first day i give away
all my crayons; papers
she wasn't happy i know
'next time i won't buy'
i bite my finger nails
getting ready for some
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i'm writing my recollection about
my mother as a reminder to mom's
that we kids does keep in mind
lots of things concerning our mom's
and of course we remember at
'MOTHER'S DAY'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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