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My Home
I wake up
to baby brother’s cries
in the middle
of the night
the smell of a dirty
diaper at one
in the morning
I cannot help myself
I go
to my mom’s room
and start to sing
him a lullaby
as my words flow
he falls asleep
I whisper
I love you…
Remind Me!
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