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Ode To Mum
I’d never get up on time in the morning.
Who’d tell me that my shoes are exactly where I left them?
Dad and I would never get to the bus stop on time.
Who would I text when I get bored?
How would I get home if it’s raining?
My backpack would never make its way out of the kitchen.
Who would take me to DQ every Monday?
I would probably starve.
Who would I complain to?
My homework, shower, and dinner would never be done.
Midnight would be my bedtime.
Who would make my friends and me cinnamon rolls for breakfast?
I don’t even want to think about Abby’s litter box.
Our constant supply of ice cream would be nonexistent.
Our house would be a pigsty.
Our yard would be full of junk.
I’d be stuck in a world of white with pink trim instead of blue.
Abby would still be at MVFRS.
Who would plan our houseboat trips, which makes them fun?
Who would drive me to the mall or to a friend’s house?
Who would watch Finding Nemo with me countless times?
I wouldn’t be writing this.
The world wouldn’t go on