XXIV
I went home everyday,
Crying over spoiled milk that stained my white shirt
(Nothing.)
It was the days that I cherished my mother.
And I still do,
But because of this
She had to wear the pants then.
And the rule is:
"A cat can't teach a dog how to get a bone"
But boy,
Did my mother know how to pretend.
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