Seeing Myself Writing
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"Mom." by Emi Kawahara
Mommy.
She is warm to touch
When she snuggles me against her chest
Singing me lullabies
Until my eyes finally close, at rest
Mama.
Her hand around mine like a blanket
She is more than twice my height
Slowing down her steps
So I can keep her in my sight
Mom.
I scream at her to stop
Bothering me; annoying me
She retreats without a word
But I do not feel so free
Mother.
She tells me I am beautiful
And I see it in her eyes
I am her everything
And she is mine
Mommy
Mama
Mom
Mother
No matter what, it's her.
