When Ever We Moved Poem by susan Garelick

When Ever We Moved



My mother would get down on her kness and polsh all the floors in the apartment. The floors would always shine. written11/5/06 Posted 12/3/11

Saturday, December 3, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: mother
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