Mother to Son
Do you remember
that evening
when I told you
playtime was over
You didn’t want to go to bed
I carried you upstairs
brushed your teeth
tucked you in
and said
I love you
You replied
that I was shit
and an asshole
and that you didn’t love me
I spent half the night at your bedside
crying
hoping
that in the morning
you’d love me again
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My name is Angelika Rust. I was born in Vienna in 1977. These days, I live in Germany, with my husband, two children, a despotic couple of cats and a hyperactive dog. After having tried almost every possible job from pizza delivery girl to HR consultant, I now make a living knowing English.
No, I haven’t yet figured out what I want to be when I grow up, whenever that may be. In the meantime, I write the occasional book.
Angelika Rust 