Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Rhubarb

Rhubarb ... you made the best rhubarb Momma ... you loved to make rhubarb and smiled and laughed as I carried on as I always did wolfing your wonderful rhubarb down ...

Oh God

Momma I hope you like the flowers. I put nice pink azaleas and deep red rosebuds in your vase on your grave Momma.

Momma the grass is starting to grow over your grave. It's splotchy but it's growing ... and oh God ... I can't stand it ...

But I can it seems ... how do people do it though ...

they do though don't they

oh God

how I miss you

how I miss your rhubarb

Your rhubarb

Oh God

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