Poetry Sessions: 11/11

“Mommy!” I tearfully called out.  I know what you’re thinking.  “Why your son? why now? Why ever?”  I was always a good kid, I was cleaver.  Light hearted, comical, and empathetic.  The actions of those people, pathetic! Why can’t you hear me? See me? Feel me? Please listen to me, don’t cry, dry your eyes. […]

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