Lol thank you :)
how ironic is it that I was picking up things off my bedroom floor, and I picked up a pink (imagine that) piece of construction paper, and it had a purple handprint of mine from when I was like five and it had a cute litlte poem on it and my name (i wrote it myself and it looks funny lol)
you've seen these handprints
many times before
on walls and windows and
on every door
the hands they belong to, you've
scrubbed each night
into troubled moments, you've held
onto them tight
you have spanked them when they've
done something wrong
and kissed them tenderly till each
hurt has gone
someday they will be more capable
and stronger
each chubby finger much leaner
and longer
with fondness you'll remember the
handprints you'd hidden away
the one I gave you on this
mothers day!!!!
And now im crying because im growing up, and im leaving home and this is the last mothers day im going to spend with my mom and its not like im sad or anything (yeah ill miss her but im glad to leave) but I dont know im just growing up and it feels so weird lol