I would like to present you with a poem that I wrote and read to an audience celebrating mothers in Guelph. It was published by Ed VIDEO.



I am mother.

Spelled M-O-T-H-E-R

Call me mother

Not Mum

Only my child calls me "Mum"



That is my child, not my kid

I am not a goat and neither is she!

I am not a chrysanthemum

I am not a flower to be plucked out of the earth

Away from my roots

To be stared at, Isolated, talked about

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