By Debra Louise Scott 8/21/13
I am waiting to grieve
I play solitaire over and over
A mindless game, and I am mindless now
My child grown disturbed leaves a message
Do not be…. Do not be anything, do not be my Mom, do not call me,
do not call anyone who knows me, do not try to find me….
Stay Away.
Next week is his birthday
And I am just sitting here
Waiting to be sad
Waiting to be worried
Waiting to grieve
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