Dear Bouquet,
I wrote an entire book...
I cried tonight.
Not like the last time...
I am an adult now, mom..
But this is still really hard...
I’m fine
Deep down inside...
She’s gonna take credit for what I’ve done
She’s gonna say she raised a good kid but I feel...
If I was one thing, I'd be a candle
Lighting the way so you can handle...
Always the shoulder to cry on, the ears that...
The wide eyes that see all of your impulsive...
I’m not good at much.
I get nervous at the idea of interaction...
Is it shock, disappointment, anger, or all three?
I decide it’s all three as tears sting my eyes...
Three small letters...
adding up...
Somewhere on a peninsula,
near the sea...
When I was only 4
My momma had custody...