Mommy do you remember my kisses?
Every once I try to see you,
I am in a rush and say ,,thank you".
Not realizing the smell nor the memories.
But I remember being my silly 12 year old self, throwing paper airplanes with saying: ,,you're coooool;)" through the sky and a man catching it up, even leaving his phone call.
Reading it, folding it in little pages and putting it on the back of his pocket.
I didn't saw his face, sadly I just remember rarely the figure like he was facing me with his back.
But what I remember is that I've done it often a while.
A old woman saw what I did and said: ,,Oh, these are yours? But honey, masterpieces shouldn't fall on ground.
The wind and rain are going to swoosh it away.
You're effort is then not acknowledged.''
I was mad and closed the window with harsh.
But it didn't bother you, you were again on your phone.
You let me things do I maybe shouldn't have done,
but like that,
I've learned much,
like not becoming a mother like you.
But I saw you on the couch when your phone was in pieces.
Chrocheting these pretty little hats.
You've then gave us, even if it was just once in summer.
From that moment on I am craving, doing just the same,
so you will have your kid gift you something you like too.
I am 23 and I still do that mom.
And I am not proud of that.
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Adna Demiri
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