my mom taught me

my mom taught me to be a doer

not think not contemplate just do while it’s still fresh in your sights

don’t let it simmer and anchor itself down there

well then i got traumatized and became a beer

she said to say hi and bid farewell

i neither said hi nor farewell

WELL SORRY MOM LIFE HAS A WAY OF KNOCKING THE WIND OUT OF YOU

thank you for understanding

for your love in absence as i wasn’t attached

i am a doer of a home for myself now ma!

thank you for the lessons!