Dear, Mom


I think about you

a lot, Momma.

I wonder if you're okay.

I wonder if you think

about me, too.

But I have some questions.

Why did you pick up the bottle?

Why didn't you stop?

Why did you hurt us, Momma?


We were so young,

so fragile,

so innocent,

so scared.

I love you, Momma.

But why?


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