A/N: This rather poor poem was written for the Poetry Slam on The Golden Snitch forum.
Just Another Day
Another March day,
Just like any other.
Another day of the year,
To fill the calendar.
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Children all around me,
Fretting and stressing
About the perfect present
They are obligated to buy.
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The sun still shines,
The tree's branches still blow in the wind.
Just another March day,
That will soon go by.
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I laugh to myself,
Hearing my peers' questions:
Diamond or pearls?
Roses or silk?
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Their biggest fear it that
Their siblings will out do
Whatever fickle present
They pick out.
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Will Astoria pick a more expensive gift?
Will Mother like Roger's present more?
What can I get her,
To make her pleased?
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All I have to do is sit,
And wait for it to pass.
Trying my best not to wonder,
What you would have wanted,
If you were still here.
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I think I know, though,
Despite tradition,
What you could have gotten me,
On this Mother's Day.
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Another kiss, another hug,
One last bedtime story.
To say goodbye properly,
Just like any other day.
–Theodore Nott