Another poem dedicated to my mother.
Mother.
I don’t cry much now,
Mother.
I don’t forget my shoelaces,
Mother.
I don’t fall off my bike,
Mother.
When I did you were there,
Mother.
Now it’s about time for me to leave,
Mother.
I have learned from you,
Mother.
Are you ready,
Mother?
[Cat Hartliebe’s Poem Books] [Cyro Hartliebe’s Poem Books]
[About Cat Hartliebe] [Poetry Archive]
