Today we read poems in class. It was from mother to son by Langston hueges. Now normally it would feel like any other poem. But this one struck home. Probably because I have a mom and I don’t want her to die. I mean moms are the ones who gave us life. And the feeling that you are growing up while she is getting old is depressing to think about.
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