a potentially happy, exuberant
child, who wants to learn, and
grow, and be strong, and be
a winner. My point from
this poem and this rambling
sentence was this: what if
you were a mother and you
had a little boy and you had
a cold?
Now, by nature, the cold
might not be so bad: you as a
mother may just feel an
itching in the nose or
need to wipe the stuffy
nose or something. Maybe,
you as a mother might
not have a cold - or
maybe you just have an
allergy where you need
to take medication or blow
or wipe your nose.
Sometimes life
and all of it’s
questions
are harder than you
think. What if you were a
mother with a runny nose having
to take care of a little boy?
Would you have to wash
your hands? Would you
be afraid to touch his toys
Would that answer
all your questions to life
