Its a poem, but its really a true story. Its a deeper meaning then what you read. I wish for the reader to see what I feel but not really coming out and telling them.
I ran to her, full speed and out of breath!
Really it was out of the excitement of seeing her…
My mama!
In my hand was a picture that I drew for her to see.
“MAMA! MAAAAAMMMMAAAAA!
I drew this picture for you!
No Response…
So I try and scream louder.
(Keep in mind that I am a little frustrated that my efforts didn’t work)
“Maaaaammmmmaaaa! I made this picture for you!
Her back is still turned to me and
She hasn’t even looked my way!
Here I stand holding the same picture from 23 years ago…
And she says she loves me!
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