Well,
Mommy,
it’s that time of year again,
that I miss you the most.
So, I made your favorite
for your Birthday,
Mommy,
one for you and one for me.
Can I ask you a question,
Mommy?
How does love come,
and
why does it have to go?
It is something my heart
really needs to know,
because, I’m hurting,
Mommy,
I’m really hurting,
and I am so confused,
so terribly confused.
Where is my place
in this world,
Mommy?
You told me I would know
when I found it,
and I found it and I knew,
and my skies were so blue,
but since you’ve been gone,
there has come, a new disease.
It’s called the internet,
Mommy,
and you see, it’s full of
wonderful things,
but there are bad things too,
Mommy,
things that can hurt a love,
once so true,
and it has stolen my dreams away,
and I don’t know which way to turn.
You told me I would know,
Mommy,
and I found it and I knew,
but after this internet thing,
Mommy
I don’t know what to do.
Can't you show me,
Mommy?
Can't you tell me,
Mommy?
Can't you help me,
Mommy?
Can't you help me understand.
I need to understand,
Mommy.
I really need to understand.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Patrica D. Cluck
March 17th, 1937 to May 2nd, 1991
I love you Mommy.
I miss you Mommy.
