To your Gravestone

“Who said?”

“I did.”

“How could you do this?”

“Easily.”

“Obviously. All that time and attention. Not to mention the money!”

“Don’t be so dramatic.”

“Why? Why would you do this to your own mother?”

“Simple. I'm returning the favor. I’m taking over and taking back the life I gave to you.”

“What possesses you to think that I’ll allow it?”

“You’re dead. You can’t do anything about it.”

“Where do you get off speaking to me this way?”

“I suppose when I realized that you were nothing more than a dream. A nightmare that no longer scares me.”