Monday, April 22, 2013

Childhood memory of love


I was seated on my mother,

It was warm, safe.

She was holding me in her arms

My dad was watching a murder mystery show,

And I was scared out of my mind.

But in the arms of my mother,

Nothing bad could happen to me.

And I was grateful yet confused,

I didn’t do anything to deserve it

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