MemoryA Poem by Joe SchrothWe all long to go back to our childhood sometimes, here is my best description of how an infant feels being feed by his/her mommy.
Wrapped up so warm and tight in blankets of fleece, the need for food starts to increase, a wail starts deep in you, bringing mommy with just what you need, always there always sweet, she feeds you as you fall back to sleep, her gentle caresses on you back and the sure grip of you in her arms, calm and happy, you fall to sleep, with mommy singing sweet, and sleep on holding your teddy close to your chest.
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StatsAuthorJoe SchrothCTAboutMy name is Joe (I prefer Jossette ) i am a 16 year old pan-sexual transgender female. The drugs begin to peak A smile of joy arrives in me But sedation changes to panic and nausea And breath sta.. more..Writing
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