| loretta, sits on her bed, in two days not one word said. what does she think?,no- one will ever know....lunches made for her youngsters long ago? maybe she sometimes feels lost, because no-one needs her anymore,.. when once, there were six kids coming through the door.her head allways down, as if the answers are there on the ground. shes sees her hands, they are like tissues.. paper thin, they hold the lottery tickets, that she still hopes to win.,booksie some called her... and with good reason it would seem, for she passed her love of reading onto wendy, irene,cindy,.. and me.the shirt off her back and her last penny she would give, just ask dad , to the icecream truck, his old coins,he thought.. he, had hid. the phone begins to ring once bad news passes round, when sometimes, lonely.. and not one friend to be found....Mom you somehow made yourself to me, when just getting you downstairs, seemed just not meant to be?, all bathed and your hair just so, pretty pink slippers,...it seems just moments ago. we talked for awhile, and your last words to me were, i dont want to talk anymore, and then the angels came, and you walked you peacefully, through gods door.you were the bestest mom, grandmother, and greatgrandmother,we all could hope for, allways, loving,missing, and thinking of you.......... jennifer lynn bell.xo |
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