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Mother

January 31, 2014
By okhan BRONZE, San Antonio, Texas
okhan BRONZE, San Antonio, Texas
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Your head aches from scolding
Your shoulders broken from holding
The weight of all five
Of the bees in your hive
Your throat dry from raising your voice
I understand now that you didn’t have a choice
Your eyes soaked with tears
And I had no idea for all those years
Now you’re old, not sick, not dying
Yet somehow, I think I’ll be the one crying.


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