Look How Much I Don’t Got

No red ribbon
for the braids in my hair

No tucking in at night
with milk, warm bread and jam

No cheerful eyes of adoration
to power my day

No soothing words
or gentle caresses

No fiery passion for purple dogs
colored well within the lines

No standing O’s for grade school concerts
you were never there

What I don’t got

A mother’s love, warmly given


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