Today I was needing my mommy,
But she was nowhere to be found.
I cried, but she didn't come to me;
So, I tried not making a sound.
Being quiet didn't work, so I screamed,
Screamed louder than ever before;
Then, I screamed with my loudest of screams
And sprawled myself out on the floor.
She still didn't come, but I will say
A stranger passed by and inquired:
'What makes today such an awful day? '
I told him, although I felt tired:
'My best friend moved out of town today
'And worse, I woke up feeling sick
'With bills and the rent all needing paid;
'Although, as I said, I am sick.'
The stranger agreed: 'Bad day indeed!
'A day when a boy needs his mom.
'But you're no boy, ' he said. 'You must be 50! '
And he said it with certain aplomb.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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