Thursday, 14 April 2016


Mum is a bear hugging me
so tight that I can’t breathe,
like a rope wrapped around me
pulling me.

Mum is glitter sparkling
in the sun like clear water does.
She has a rose perfume
following her.

Mum is a squirrel talking too much.
She is an English woman
who gives me lots of warm feelings,

like other family members.

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