Where did you go?
I was to be in the middle holding both of your hands
….. to swing.
childhood was hard for me was to understand
.. leading me... to forever dream..
that one day...
..maybe someday
on a Birthday,
mother will be able to say a “party of three please”
inside a Chuck E. Cheese
No figure to look upon
except for mom..
A women who did not ditch her nuclear family of one
I stopped asking “where did you go?”
after every milestone event that I have won
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