i'm tagging on her skirt
i use her legs as post
leaning or hiding from
from time to time i feel
that stinging on my arm
sharp nails trying to burrow
i'm not listening; my safe-house
i don't like to play with anybody
there i eavesdropp to lots of stories
that only adults talk about with ease
i love attention from her friends
especially candy that comes
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i'm writing my recollection about
my mother as a reminder to mom's
that we kids does keep in mind
lots of things concerning our mom's
and of course we remember at
'MOTHER'S DAY'
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