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My Mother

Would our Colors blend

By Antoinette L BreyPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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My Mother
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Today I miss my mother Though I doubt I wonder If she would share the pride I feel Would she wrap her standards around mine Would our colors blend Or run in parallel lines Never meeting-although always in the same plane. The class which I have abandoned As I proudly wear my tee-shirt from Target And eat on my dishes from Walmart For four years no white-collar job I guess it was blue-collar No fighting sleep behind a desk Would she state that I had a good job And when I doubted in a black streak of rage Would a calm pink hand support me Would it like a tray help transport me to my new destination Today I miss my mother, even as I wonder Would she feel the pride I feel As I wander down my path My journey

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About the Creator

Antoinette L Brey

I am an elder in a time of freedom. I am now retired. All i want to do is have fun. Without a daily routine, my imagination is one of my only salvations. I am not planning on writing a book, it is just for my own pleasure

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