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Rover
My grandma once confided in me,
My mom embroidered the word "rover" on her jeans.
She touched the embroidery as tears welled in her eye.
A journey from a nameless town to a city's gleam,
A rover navigating life in a bustling urban stream.
"Why do you weep? She is successful now and she loves you!"
“I feel like I was not doing my duty properly.”
”My child has a home…”
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This poem is inspired by my mom's life experience.
My mother worked hard to settle down in the big city. She put in a lot of effort for this.