Oh Mother,
If I were to go back to my childhood,
When it was much simpler;
My soul wasn't suffering,
My heart didn't ache;
My ears didn't hear,
My eyes didn't see -
All the bad that's in the world.
Remember when we played in the park? When you pushed my swing and I screamed at the top of my lungs out of excitement? When you laughed at me because I was acting silly and making faces at you going down the old, used up slide? When the echo of childish giggles mixed with my gibberish as I explained it to you how to throw a paper aeroplane?
Oh Mother,
If I were to go back to my childhood,
When you were there;
My soul, my heart,
My ears and my eyes
All of it
Belonged to you.
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Little Black Notebook | Editing | ✓
Short StoryYou were like a cherry blossom. You bloomed, but you were gone too soon. *Captivating book with audio and picture attachments to bring the atmosphere to life. *This book is currently in the editing process and prone to overall changes when finished...
