by Cj Mitchell

Created on: April 06, 2009

Mommy

I used to beg you for a hug
but you didn't have the time,
You'd shoo at me to go away
like it was such a crime.
So I would go out in the yard
and bring a writhing snake,
Hysterically you'd fuss at me
I got what I could take.
You love me, yes I know you do
though it was hard to show,
Why your little girl was hard to hug
I'll never know.
Mommy, can I have a hug?
oh, you have so much to do,
Later on will be a frog
some worms and a bug or two.
So now the years have come and gone
together we are gray,
Mommy, can I have a hug,
before your dying day?

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