He was only seven when she lost him. Her name is Francis eye did not get his name but he is 23 now and if you can read this poem boy your mother is in Tucson alive and riding on the bus. My name is not important and eye look for no reward just contact pleas your mother for she is aPARENTly annoyed at missing you at last and wanting love. What is a life real life worth at least a poem and a hope. A love eye heard her speak so calm about you she is never given up.
