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Her Baby

Her Baby.

© 2016 LC

Mother is lonely.

She calls. Messages. Texts me.

I am her “baby.”

Though I have kids of my own,

I will always be her kid.

She will always be Mommy.

 

Boundaries don’t work with Mom! She knows I’m working, but she forgets.

I love her. I will always make time for her!

I annoyed her when I was growing up, and she loved me despite it all.

 

**EDITED TO INCLUDE THE LAST LINE. Felt like something was missing.

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Author:

Dreamer. Doer. Poet. Writer. Mom. Baker. Lover of Many Things.

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