To you,
I am simply some object you can cast aside,
Returning to me only as needed;
But I
Cannot get through one day without thinking
Of you.
Author notes
Another poem about my mom.
Written January 6th, 2004
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awww! anna babe! call me sometime soon! let me know how your dealing with everything (and our possible trip to mexico!
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