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"Mom." by Emi Kawahara

Anne Marie - HerEmi Kawahara
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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.

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