Poem: My own obituary

mother daughter - I love you Irina
How come this mom didn’t wash her hair for her daughter’s first birthday?… she still appears to wear her cross though….

3 years ago my teacher
asked me to write my own obituary,
as an exercise in a self-study…

I wrote that I was a good mother…
    Was I?
    Am I?
I’m not perfect!
        Like every other mother…
Please don’t judge me!
Please don’t judge anyone!
Even your mother…

I love you mama
Fun times with my mom… I love you Mama!

Was she ever perfect?
    Were you?
        Yes!..
The moment you were born….
You were a perfect baby,
Your mom was a perfect mother…
        Then….
Life happens… and happens… and happens…
Love happens too…
So much love…
    So much milk…
        So much sweat…
            So much tears….

How can I write my own obituary?



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