Wednesday, September 9, 2009

1. Poetess

Meet my mom.
When I wonder who I’ll be in twenty years, I just look at her. She epitomises what a mom should be. She lets me question, and listens to my rants, and tells me I’m good at things. She makes me cheese sandwiches at 3am when I’m up working. She gives me cool books, and reads poetry out loud. And when it hits, she sits with me until it passes. She’s that teacher whose every word you hang on, who turns words on their head. She gave me my fragile, creative and emotional side. She’s just the right balance of making me feel happy with who I am now, and wanting to be something better.

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