Mum
I noticed that you didn't like it when we, your kids, kissed you.
Or said I love you.
Till the age of 9 you let it slide.
Above you found it less important for your mind.
When people were asking you why you won't hug us,
and my older sister leaked that you don't like doing it all.
You even laugh along and say, you just don't like it.
Growing up I thought kissing is gross.
Growing up I thought dad and mum don't love eachother.
Growing up I thought holding hands is wrong.
But still wanted so much love.
Copyright © Adna Demiri | Year Posted 2024
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