Dear Mum, I Never Told You - Part the Third
A Poem To My Mum
Read parts 1 and 2 here
Dear Mum, I never told you...
I want us to be closer, but I don't know where to start.
I want to spend more time together, but our schedules seem to always clash.
I miss you when we're apart, but I don't know what to say when we're together.
I want to change that, but I don't know how.
So, I was wrong about this only being a two-parter. Here's Part 3 of 3 of my complicated mother-daughter relationship. No one is perfect, and I have so much to be thankful for.
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Natasja Rose
I've been writing since I learned how, but those have been lost and will never see daylight (I hope).
I'm an Indie Author, with 30+ books published.
I live in Sydney, Australia
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Sweet!!!💕💖😊