He Called Me Mommy
He called me mom,
he shouldn’t have, as I am not
his mother, nor his grandmother,
aunt, or babysitter. But I am his
friend, and he sees me more than
his own mother. She drops him at our
center at seven a.m. and picks him up
at six p.m. only to take him home to
put hi m to bed. No wonder
he calls me Mom.
Originally written on paper 1986.
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