A Little Poem: Mom
Mom,
gave me a home.
raised me,
was also her blood essence.
When I was a child,
I tugged at Mom's sleeve,
constantly calling for Mom.
One day,
before I grew up,
I no longer liked,
Grandma and Grandma's mother.
Later,
going to school,
left home;
Later,
working,
took excuses not to go home;
Then,
after getting married,
gradually alienated Mom.
Until one day,
I received a call from my father,
rushed home,
and saw my dying mother.
Mom passed away,
I lost my old home forever.
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