single mother
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Thank you father for making me cry
saying I'm worthless and that I should die
Thank you father for making me sad
because now I love making folks glad
Thank you father for leaving me and mom
The first day that really smells like September.
Crisp, cool, requiring a sweatshirt.
Seeing the millrace and being
taken back
to Autumn of 2009 in Pennsylvania.
The door displays a white and purple wreath
(which cost $5.99 at Marshall's).
Some people are visiting distant family,
and most of our Christian friends
attend Christmas Eve Mass.
As your little girl,
You watched me grow.
You saw me smile, cry, fail and succeed.
Over the years you've guided, you've mentored, you've taught
You even had to beg and plead.
When we started off, I was all too worried.
Hoping your son would grow to like me and that you would be comfortable with a new man in your lives.
6 torn cardboard walls hold distant memories- hah, more like serrated puzzle pieces with razor sharp edges, stabbing one another yet fitting perfectly - yet willingly accepting the nerve wrenching pain and sudden discoloration of their o
The girl with the corn flower hair called to me on the summer wind
And begged me for a favor
Tell no one where I have been this eve and whom these hands have held
And in return I promise you a reward most vied to savor.
When I love her,
she shines for me,
just me – a secret smile,
hiding tears darkening
her brown lashes,
until they make her
more beautiful than
she was before
she shined just for me,
