Keith Michael

Rookie (new brunswick, new jersey)

My Mother - Poem by Keith Michael

My mother used to tell me money doesnt grow on trees when I was young, to wash up before dinner, and make sure my school work was done before she tucked me in for the nights

my mother used to tell me to not hang out with the wrong people because that would reflect upon my own character. She would tell me to always dream big and keep my head in the clouds because thats the clearest vision, with no one on the path to get in your way.

What my mother never told me, was to give up or stop trying. and I haven't mom, im doing all that i can in this life to just make you proud. I hope I make you proud

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 10, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 17, 2013

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