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childhood memories reoccurs,

Mom reads stories that has been written by famous writers,

she sings lulaby songs to make us sleep,

Abraham lincoln,

martin luther king are indeed for hope

And she recites the poems of langston huges- Democracy, 

But I always misheard as Demo-crazy,

And she whispers to our sleeps;

One day you will have no one to tell the stories,

That make you to sleep to wake up brave tomorrow,

That day I cried and all you 

but Your father kept sleeping

another day you will cry 

and I Will keep sleeping,

and bed stories and your favourite -

langston huges.

But she an asian rural woman 

neither has a sense to all these

but she made

Fairy tales stories of

 to climb tallest trees for our food,

 fighting with the tiger in the bamboo jungle,

Sliped down from the high hill to the " by luck water"

And it is the all stories we hear from the others,

Mother was a big tree climber

Mother was mountain climber

Mother was by luck our food

My mother alive by luck

and we are lucky enough by luck.

I am still hearing her by luck stories

And she makes the authentic.