Written in December of 2016.
Hey, Mom,
I guess it's that time of year again,
Time to write my annual melodramatic poem about you,
I think I forgot--just for a moment--that you died on Christmas day,
Then I remembered again,
Oh, yeah, I thought,
That's why I'm not really that into Christmas,
Or maybe that's just my excuse.
I sat and read your obituary the other day,
I let myself cry,
Sometimes it just hits you,
The warm air was blowing in my face as I drove down Cleveland Ave,
Christmas lights lined the busy road,
The tears came as
I Know You're Out There Somewhere
Played on the radio.
I guess we all end up as just another article
In the back of the newspaper,
But you were so much more to me.
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