Mama

I sat with you 

Not too close 

I told you I would be your rock

Haven't I always been your rock?

You know it is wrong to ask it of me. 

But you nod

and you cry.

I want to hold you,

But I don't know how.

You never taught me.

 

 

 



 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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