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M A K E T H E T I M E R E V E R S E

I sit under the comfort of my home
When my mother comes with a glass of milk
I push it aside and say “I’m a big girl, I can do it on my
own”

I sit under the shelter of my home
Struggling with my math
Then comes my mother with a pencil in her hand
I turn her down and say “I’m a big girl, I can do it on my
own”

I lay under the roof of my house
Crying and wailing
My mother comes running with her arms held open

I push her away and yell “I’m a big girl, I can do it on my
own”

Mother, I step out into the world
Only to know that the reality was nothing like I dreamt it
to be
Oh mother! How scared I am
Of the world I see.

Dear mother, where are the angels and the birds
As in the storybook you read to me
How I wish, that was the reality

Oh mother! I want to come running back
Please keep your arms open for me to fall into it
And your shoulders strong for me to lean onto

Sweet mother, how I wish I was small again

To come running into your lap, be your little girl again.

Yes mother, I try and try and try
Only to struggle and fail
Oh mother! How I hate to see you cry
When you see me being frail

Mother, I pray to god to bring back the old days again
For how I wish to be your little girl again
How I wish to be your little girl again!
ANANNYA PILLAI
STUDENT - GRADE 10

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