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Dream a Little Dream of Me
My mom is my best friend
No matter how much I get mad
No matter how much I want to be alone
She’s with me until the end
Yesterday she hung out with me in my room
We talked about my plants and how lovely they looked as they bloomed
I could never talk about this with my dad like how I did with my mom
She’s the only one that makes me feel calm
I asked if she could hang out with me again today
My mommy stopped and stared as if she were in a daze
“You know I’m dead, right?” My mommy asked
“Yes, I know. I just don’t want to let go.”
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A relatable piece about struggling with the death of a loved one.