“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. Some parents give up their children for a lot less. Some take the vary life they gave them. I guess it’s the same. 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.”
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Tennessee Garbage
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Gosh this was so poignant and emotional. Loved your poem!