Dear Mom,
it is as though I am the Sun and you are the Earth,
rotating around me constantly, hoping the spontaneous solar blasts won't hit you,
continuing to go around me dependantly when I shine on you, and when I put you in the darkness,
How selfish the Sun must be to let the Earth work so hard for its satisfaction,
really the Sun should be rotating around the Earth.
I remember when I was young
I was very ill and for 2 years, not one restful sleep you had,
You worked like an Ant,
lifting more than your weight, but no one noticed that you,
mom,
were the Queen Ant.
Really,
the Sun should be rising everyday thankful for its dependent earth, the one who calls it a star,
but the Sun is in the wrong
How selfish it must be.
it is as though I am the Sun and you are the Earth,
rotating around me constantly, hoping the spontaneous solar blasts won't hit you,
continuing to go around me dependantly when I shine on you, and when I put you in the darkness,
How selfish the Sun must be to let the Earth work so hard for its satisfaction,
really the Sun should be rotating around the Earth.
I remember when I was young
I was very ill and for 2 years, not one restful sleep you had,
You worked like an Ant,
lifting more than your weight, but no one noticed that you,
mom,
were the Queen Ant.
Really,
the Sun should be rising everyday thankful for its dependent earth, the one who calls it a star,
but the Sun is in the wrong
How selfish it must be.
Karla K. 
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