Looking Back
Looking back
I was afraid.
Afraid of losing her.
Slow.
Unresponsive.
What was wrong with my mommy?
Daddy came,
He fixed the problem.
How?
He said,
"Sugar is the cure"
Now I know how to save my mom,
When her sugar gets to low.
I will always know
Just by looking back.
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