A Mother's Wait Poem by Breanna Prosser

A Mother's Wait



A Mother's Wait isn't no longer,
She's sitting in her chair,
Wondering why she's here,
She's waiting on her two daughther's to arrive
For Mother's Day,
She is shocked to know,
That she hasn't recieved anything,
But her most present of all is her family.

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