Her cries make me feel guilty,
I blame the maternal instinct I have
Though I think it was engraved into me
Leaving little room for anything else
My personality has simply become, ‘mom’
17 and a mother to hundreds
I even have a slogan for when I meet parents
“I keep them safe when you’re not here”
I never asked to be school mom,
I started out as the mom friend
Than class mom
And now I don't think some people know my name
I am simply mom or ma
And I both love and hate it,
Hate because it can sometimes be overwhelming
To be the person everyone goes to
But love,
Because those or my kids
And I am the person they trust to go to.
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Friday, June 5th (82nd day of quarantine because of COVID-19)
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Daily Quarantine Poetry
PoetryI have decided to write a poem a day describing how I am feeling, what I did that day, and/or my main thoughts revolving the day for the duration of my quarantine. This will go through a world win of emotions and there will probably just be straight...
