I went to my mom's college class on poems.
The asked me to write a poem.
I did.
Instead of laughing at me they said:
Awesome, nice, and deep.
That morning I was nervous of this class.
I mean they could hate the poem.
My mother had her phone playing music.
Can you believe that phone played all my favorite songs.
The songs can't be picked they play randomly.
It's a blessing.