Mother Stories

Vision of youth (before things go to shit):me and you, and you're swinging me on your shoulderas if you'd love me forever...you'd never let me go...slip...break a bone...scar fleshMy mother's brother...my uncle...my role model...drug addict.We'd play frisbee while Nanny and Poppy cooked in the kitchen with smileslittle did I know all those times you went to the bathroom you were doing more than just "smoking a cigarette"-...

It is difficult coming back to a place where nobody has time for you. School is much better, the sounds too, much pleasant; students buzzing with various activities and humming like a swarm of bees, memorizing lessons, repeating, mumbling, inaudible words they have with so much difficulty memorized in a sequence and with equal effort scribbling it down on the virgin paper.‘Ratoo totaas,’ laughs Vilas.I see some empty seat...

If you had to go on to Heaven, There is one thing I wish you took with you,and that would be your cell phone.Oh, how much you loved to talk on your phone.If you had your phone with you,I would call you everyday,Just to hear your voice,and for you to tell me it's going to be okay.If you could not take me with you to heaven,I'd wish you took your phone,So I could call you when I needed advice,Or on days like today when I ju...

Why did she have to go She was too young to go A daughter A mother A best friend Now she is gone And I'm left with wondering why Giving anything to have gone Instead I'm sitting here wondering why. She was my world for so long It was me and her against the world. She was all I had for so long She was my world, and I was her world. But she is gone now And I am trying to go on She is up in heaven with angels now And, I just...