My mom, who wrote a poem for her graduating class of 1975.
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My mom, who wrote a poem for her graduating class of 1975.
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Isn’t it wild to think of our parents as kids? I don’t think it really sank in until I had my first kid and I was holding him and realized my mother held me just like this at the same age, except I was her THIRD CHILD at 26 years old. It made me think about her life and the path she took, wondering if it lived up to her expectations as a graduating high schooler.
I normally dont like poems, but what your mother wrote made tear up. Reminds me to enjoy my little left time in school