Remember last November
the turkey that we ate?
The way we laughed when he got drunk
and slept right on his plate?
Remember how mad we were he
ruined the tables face?
Angry that he was always drunk
on every holiday?
How Mom would make that sound, and whisper
What can I say?
Remember how we thought he would
always be around?
Remember when you found out that he
had gone away?
The pain you felt through a phone
in the middle of the day?
It was the sound that Mom would make
only now so amplified..
She was screaming it in agony
my baby committed suicide.....

02/04/2005

Author's Note: How I wish this was not true.......

Posted on 02/05/2005
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