Just another poem

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 bedsideteddy-545689_1280

crying

hoping

that in the morning

you’d love me again

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About angelikarust

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.
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