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My Mother

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by mariamagdici

by mariamagdici

   When I think of my mother
   I don't think of her as a beautiful
   Warm and calm creature
   As other people intend;

   When I think about my mother
   I hear screams
   Hers and my sister's
   I feel my tears rolling down my cheeks
   A pain in my heart;

   When I hug my mother
   I wish she was calm
   Then at 8 a.m. I wake up,
   I wake up with a pain in my head;

   When I hug my mother
   And she says the 3 words,
   Memories are coming
   Crushing every little bit of sympathy I would ever have;

   When I talk to my mother
   I wish she could understand me
   The only thing in my mind
   Is the 17th of March;

   When I talk to my mother
   Her words are like a knife
   Ready to tear me in pieces
   Pieces that I put together
   Only by writing this.

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