Submissions by AMR
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Writing became the best way to quick happiness.
SELF POEM
Published
8th Feb 2015 10:31pm
8th Feb 2015 10:31pm
Untitled
As I stand before you today, I have a confession. I fear myself.
I fear the idea of leaving this world, never to be seen again.
Specifically, I fear that I have not created a legacy that shall be remembered.
Not by my descendants, but by the people I have interacted with.
I was raised by my grandparents. My mother and father weren't absent from my life, but they were not there for the first 16 years of it.
What will I be in the eyes of my children? Will they be proud to call me mommy - will they be happy to see my face when they walk across that stage?
Will I marry a...
I fear the idea of leaving this world, never to be seen again.
Specifically, I fear that I have not created a legacy that shall be remembered.
Not by my descendants, but by the people I have interacted with.
I was raised by my grandparents. My mother and father weren't absent from my life, but they were not there for the first 16 years of it.
What will I be in the eyes of my children? Will they be proud to call me mommy - will they be happy to see my face when they walk across that stage?
Will I marry a...
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