I called you today
To tell you
about my life
Your son answered the phone
I was going to tell you
about school
He was my best friend
I was going to ask you
If I would see you soon
Before he turned to drugs
I half feel it's my fault
it's been too long
I didn't want to talk to him
It make me feel sick
To know how he treats you
I wanted to talk to you
Tell you
How you changed me
How I admire you
How you were the best mom ever
How I wanted to be like you
How I hoped I would see you soon
How I want to be more involved in your life again
Like when I was little
I wanted to thank you
For making me who I am today
For saving me from the rough kids
For taking me places
for feeding me
for being there
even though I wasn't yours
You were my second mom
You were my idol
You were only 48
You died in October
I had no idea.







Devious Comments
I'm so sorry that this happened to you. I wish I could hug you and kiss you and take your pain away.
This is a great piece of writing. It's immediately clear how important Mary-Jane was and still is to you. The way you isolated "I had no idea" poignantly illustrates how blunt and even brutal this blow was to you. You've produced a real gem, but I'm sorry that this tragedy was what prompted it.
I'm anxiously awaiting your call and I can't wait to see you tomorrow. Nobody should have to hurt like this, least of all you, my love.
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