"Mom"

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    "Mom"

    Sometimes I'm angry and can't stand your ways;
    It seems all we've been doing is fighting these days.

    You don't understand me, I can't figure you out;
    We can't even talk unless we scream and shout.

    Why is it we have grown so far apart;
    When I think of it all it crushes my heart.

    We're not living up to the standards we have set;
    For mother and daughter we're not quite there yet.

    I want you to know that I love you the most;
    and wish we could get along like most other folks.

    Im willing to try to make things go right;
    And Mom, I still think you're out of sight.

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

    mlbsweets’s Poems (13)

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    "Mom" 0
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    Feelings 1
    "Friends" 0
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