This time I don't have to plan when to get over there
This time I don't have to go at all
Last time I made them come here, she barely made it, and hardly ate
Last time was the last time
This time nothing will be cooked by our hands
This time not planning anything
Dad and I will eat, less one
Dad and I will do something new
The next three months will be hard
Holiday, holiday, bday, bday
She won't call, hug, or say 'Que dios te bendiga'
This time I will miss my mom
1 comment:
this is so beautiful and so sad. The images really add to it, very beautifully powerful
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