Christmas
was born
Santa
will arrive
Mommy
runs her fingers through my hair
So
we look for the eggs
The
magical Bunny has left
Mommy
runs her fingers through my hair
The
first day of school...
The
treats for the costumes...
The
"Mommy I don't feel good."
Playing
in the yard
Jumping
in the puddles
Watching
Cartoons.
Mommy
runs her fingers through my hair.
Christmas
has died
Santa
never came
The
eggs are left to rot
A
Bunny has faded
Graduation
came
Cavities
filled.
Aspirin
Asphalt
Gutters
News
A
letter sent to my mother.
-
Dane Michael Cameron
