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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