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My mum, my bones

My bones 

Sometimes they really hurt 

My mother has arthritis and it makes me freak

Will I become like that

My fingers curling and hard to mend

Hard to touch or hard to grab 

It kills me inside that I can’t do justice

I cannot make that pain go away

Like a massive wave sinking me and her 

She becomes more fragile and it’s hard to bear 

When will it stop 

When will all use be unbearable 

What will it become 

Please god help her so, help the pain mellow and her heart ease

Find her use in other ways 

Make her whole again in her own way 

Help me see the way to her

My mom my love my soul I bring

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Sofia Urquiza

Tue 12th Jun 2018 11:13

Beautiful

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