Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Daughter to Mama

"I made a new poem," she says.
"Let's hear it then," I say, half-listening as I start pulling dinner prep together.


"You can take the NuNu out of the Mama
                             But
You can't take the Mama out of the NuNu"


Reader, I melted.

(Turns out she actually said MoMA because she's really into making art; but I heard what I heard.)

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