what about me?A Poem by zeewhen she reaches for me, I am there to pick her up when she gets overwhelmed I can tell she's had enough when she cries I am there to hold her when she laughs it is the best sound in the world when I reach, no one is there when I get overwhelmed, no one cares when I cry, who holds me? Don't forget about us mamas and our needs
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Added on March 22, 2011 Last Updated on January 16, 2017 AuthorzeeMonte rio, CAAboutI'm multifaceted and also multidimensional. My body doesn't define me. I'm a little bit of this and a whole lot of that. A free spirit, nonconforming mama of four, and hard to fit into a box. A goo.. more..Writing
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