National Poetry Writing Month – 4/24

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I wasn’t prepared to be a mother
I thought that ship sailed nine years ago
Now I listen for her in the night
Get on her about being a picky eater
Explain what’s going to happen at the doctor
“It’s past time for supper”
“Let’s clean up your room”
“You have to tell me about things so I can fix them”
Good night, Mom.

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