They say it takes a village to raise a child, but my mom was my village.
The one who cooked, the teacher, the worker, the chief, and the grandmother who told stories.
She was like a whole city wrapped into a person. I wanted to be just like her.
But I couldn't
I made a huge fort made from all of our blankets, pillows, and I even put in our Christmas lights that we use every year.
"Raven! What are you doing!" I smiled and lifted the opening, "Welcome to Ravenville! Population me and...uh..Mr.Snuggles!"
She brushed past me and went inside, "Why did you do this?" "Because your a city! My teacher always says that it takes a village to raise a child, and your every body in my village."
I saw tears in her eyes. I hugged her. "What's wrong mama? Did I do something wrong?" She pulled away from the hug. "No you didn't, but I want to say how much I love you."
That's the first time I ever saw my mama cry
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Life is a Long Story
PoetryLife isn't about finding yourself, it's about making yourself. --George Bernard Shaw 💚
